She started to stroke, her hands and mouth working in unison. She slid all the way down the length of his cock, taking it wholly into her mouth. He fe...t the tip hit the back of her throat and she gagged slightly in response. He could feel the tension building inside of him and knew that he was getting close to cumming under her skilled touch.Desperate to prolong their union he stopped her, pulling her up onto her hands and knees he wasted no time in penetrating her, his cock sliding inside her. I bet the dog fucked Lane’s mouth four times during thenight before he finally curled up in a corner and wentto sleep. When Lane woke up the next morning it was hethat had dog breath. He blamed it and his drooling onthe beer that we drank. He had crusty drool all overthe side of his face. Little did he know that it wasgenuine dog cum.The rest of our stay I would keep the dog away from himuntil I was sure he was asleep. By the third day thedog understood he had to wait until Lane was. “You’ve met my booby trap, Geoff. Like it?”I tried to answer Sarah. As I opened my mouth she pushed her breasts together. My words were stifled by her breasts. I grunted. Sarah giggled.“Poor Geoff! Trapped between my boobies, swamped in breasts, blindfolded, gagged and suffocated. I like having you controlled by boobies but I suppose I ought to let you breathe...”Sarah relaxed her hold and moved backwards. She took her jacket off and replaced her shoulder straps. I rested on her gown’s bodice. It was a very short document with no codicils that left each of the three women in her own small world of grief, need and confusion. The lawyer, who wore a loyal cockade on his lapel as well as on his tricorn, had been named executor.Margaret Conroy cleared her throat, stood with her hand on the back of a chair, took a deep breath, and looked out the window at the sheets of rain. She sighed before she spoke. "You should know, girls, that your father died deeply in debt, mired very deeply, many.