She was a good wife and now she was a good bitch too. She allowed that great big Saint Bernard to butt-fuck her at an ungodly pace until he was comple...ely satisfied and pulled out. Luckily her sphincter was too tight to allow his knot in, otherwise he could have done her some real harm. Exhausted my wife eased herself flat onto the grass.Daisy asked my wife if she was still interested in helping her to keep the animals sexually satisfied until after her child was born. My wife said that she. That first kiss was light and tentative. The second pulled out all the stops and we were drawn together like disaster survivors! Nothing about our first coupling was tender, or patient or anything of that sort. We were animalistic. Our moans and grunts began during that second kiss and gathered energy from there. I was out of my boxers by the fourth kiss and still wearing her silk gown, Rosalind quickly straddled my body, her hand guiding me to entry. Moist heat surrounded my penis as her body. It first appeared in the Yahoo!group Maskfiction2 (now defunct), and has been reposted in thesuccessor to that group, MaskingWriter. It was posted prior to(and the story takes place prior to) "Fission", even though "Fission"was posted at Fictionmania.tv first.I am grateful to the creators and maintainers of Fictionmania.tv forhaving this venue for me to publish, if you will, my works for a wideraudience. The "reviews" mechanism lets me get feedback from my readers.Still, it's not quite the same. ’ … Max paid in his commission to the delight of his bank manager and tried to put to the back of his mind the delights of the trip to Europe and of having sex with the Comptesse de Settimigla. However this was a task much easier said than done for to be truthful he had found the only two woman that he had slept with since his return somewhat wanting in comparison to Martine. Now as fall approached he thought less frequently of his brief episode with the unattainable Comptesse who had by now.