“Stay, Fargo, stay! Let her eat a load out of you,” he commanded.The dog appeared nervous, but obliged, standing still and accepting her mouth--pr...bably more because what the women was doing to his dick was beginning to feel a lot less strange and a lot more really good, than because his master had willed it.Soon instinct kicked in and the hips of the dog apparently named Fargo started pumping, as if Keryl’s mouth was a perfect dog cunt. Thankfully his strokes were still measured, not full. One small article on the front page, describing the betrothal of a Balkan prince, had been circled by Castwich. More input for his Geneao-Plan, I assumed.Julian smiled as I sat down and suggested a drink. I am wary of alcohol. I never use it when I am working – which of course is most of the time – since my methods need a precise understanding of the responses of my subject. On this occasion, though, the cellar at Highgate was without an occupant and so I felt able to accept his offer. He. She sat me down on a sturdy wooden chair, my cock standing up like a flagpole, and began to undress in front of me, keeping only her skirt, but taking off her top and revealing a heavy pendulous set of tits, and huge brown nipples … I was mesmerized and couldn’t wait to touch them …She knelt down and began to suck my throbbing cock, licking it like a lollipop and coating it with a mixture of saliva and slippery ooze that was dribbling out.Then she stood up, and hitching up her skirt showed a. A warm pleasurable feelingbegan to develop in her groin.After what seemed like an eternity Michele could sense that Steve wasclose to climax; he groaned louder and vigorously thrust his invadingmanhood in and out of her mouth. She forced herself to open her eyes andlooked up to her uncle looking down on her. His penis seemed about toburst in her mouth.As she sensed Steve's climax approach the swelling and the pulsing of hispenis were palpable; then suddenly she felt Steve's cock spasm.