I thought to myself, “And hopefully not harmful to humans.”“What about the socks for the dog’s paws?” I asked.“I’ve got some car covers....I’ll drape one of those over your back. They’re thick.” Joe called.“Stop worrying, Bitch,” called out Benny. “Shut the f—k up. Kneel like a good doggie slut and enjoy. I’ll help you with the cover, Joe.”As he moved away I got a hard stinging slap on my rear.The dog now went for my ass and his tongue was once again attacking my pussy. God, it felt so good.I. .. this was a real cock. It was warm and soft, and pulsed. It was heavier than I’d imagined – I could feel its weight resting on my tongue. And it was thrillingly, incredibly alive.I had no problem swallowing it down. It wasn’t tiny, not huge either, but after practicing with a 10-inch dildo or my hairbrush handle while I wanked 5 times a day for literally months, I easily deepthroated him. He groaned, and his fingers wrapped into a fist in my hair.I desperately wanted to rub my cunt now, but. As a result I had trouble getting to sleep and must have lain awake for at least an hour. While lying staring at the ceiling I heard someone from the other room get up and go down stairs. I thought nothing of it till a few seconds later my wife sat up in her bed and quietly called over to me to see if I was awake.I thought that she probably wanted me to get her a glass of water and not being in the mood to get up I pretended to be asleep and lay quietly in my bed. She then got out of her bed. Sort of a girls night in.”“Hmm, I guess that would be ok.”“Great, why don’t you leave everything to me.” Betty said with a smile. “Just be at my house in an hour.”“All right, see you then.” Wilma replied as she picked up the basket and headed back to the house.An hour later, Wilma was knocking on the door of the Rubble house. It was dark inside and Wilma was wondering if maybe Betty wasn’t back yet. She was about to leave when Betty called out from inside.“Be right with you, Wilma.”Three.