Jules was laying on her back on the bed with our German Shepard between her legs pumping his long shaft in and out of her cunt. It was she who had nam...d him Bruiser, for obvious reasons which only Mom didn't know."Hi, hi, hi Billy." Hi Jules, having fun." Fuck, fuck, fuck yes." Just then Bruiser whined loudly and trails of doggy cum started flowing down my sister's bare legs."Well I guess I can't fuck you for awhile." He'll pop out in about ten minutes, once his knot goes down." See you across. Em’s dinner plans had fallen through. She had planned to take a client to dinner, but he had to go home instead. To wash his hair, or his socks, Em thought, sourly again. She checked the well-thumbed literature in the room. The restaurant took last orders at eight-thirty except on Fridays and Saturdays, when it remained open until the dangerous hour of ten o’clock. This was Thursday. The TV guide offered meagre fare and the in-house movies were for children or the brain-dead. Em’s mood was not. That’s about the only thing that makes me lose control that bad.” Looking around she saw Thomas limping in also. Then she turned back to Ambrose. “Perhaps,” she whispered, “he might straighten up-- though I doubt it.”Thomas looked up at her with a scathing look which quickly softened into a look of love.Sighing Ambrose told all of them, “We have to leave for Mandria as soon as possible. I suggest that all of you assume your armor. Have as many of the troops as you dare to take come. I want to. "Nice to see you, too Scott. Did someone die?" Silvia returned."For crying out loud can't a guy look nice ever once in while?" Scott complained. He was getting a little touchy about the suit and was wishing he hadn't put the damn thing on."No, you look nice. Have you talked to Stan about this weekend?" Silvia asked"Well I'm not going to be here this weekend. I'm going to Lubbock." Scott replied"What for?" Silvia was grinning when she asked"It's none of your damn business what I'm going for.".