Both Misty and I exuded that musky, inky scent only dog fucking females can generate. When we were smelly enough to suit Jan, she placed herself acros... a portable pool, while our dogs rutted and filled her wide cunt with their seed. Yes, dogs can be insatiable. All three of us reeked of musk and dog sex.It was just before midnight on the van's dash clock when Jan stopped the van about a hundred yards from the Rottweiler's house, switching the van lights off for stealth. By now, there was no. Melissa would stay up later and read. I sat at the table, reading scores of sex stories I'd downloaded from Google and various sites, and looking at nudie pictures on my CD-ROMs and rubbing myself through my underwear. Melissa would cast eyes over her magazine and smile around the pages. She would rub my crotch with her bare feet and eventually, she would slide across to the edge of the bed and motion for me to stand. I would and she slipped my underwear down and off, pushed me back onto the. She was accompanied by a guy who was as queer as a three dollar bill. The guy had even tried to arrange a date with him. They had laughed while leaving the office, apparently having enjoyed his discomfort at dealing with them.He had recognized Paul Metzer, the activist who was trying restore the ecology movement back to a non-violent footing. He had even joined the organization. Paul had commented on the small framed certificate of membership that hung on the back wall of the office.After a. Her hips were moving rhythmically as she thrust up at my face with each upward lick of my tongue. I removed one hand from her knee and inserted two fingers between her wet lips. I stroked upward, seeking her G-spot and apparently finding it. A couple of orgasms later, with my fingers suitably lubricated I then pressed a finger into her ass hole, then replaced it with the other finger. I sucked her clit into my mouth as my finger massaged the back side of her vagina. Her moans turned to.