"Won't you oblige an old lady's wishes?" I put her panty on, pushed her onto her back on the bed, got between her spread legs, and began humping her p...nty-covered crotch. The sensation was wonderful as the two panties slid across each other. Soon she said, "Shoot your cum all over the inside of that panty." In seconds, I was filling it with hot semen, and she pushed me off, slid her panty off, and pulled the black one off of me. In one motion, she had put it on, and was softly saying,. I waited for her to laugh but she didn’t. “My God, are you serious?” I said. She smiled “take it from me honey a dog’s tongue is magic and will make you cum in seconds”. I sat computing what she was saying. I struck me that she was speaking from experience. “You mean” I said while taking another sip “that you done it?” She looked me straight in the eyes and said “yes I have”. I was stunned. I knew Monica had a Black Labrador she called Tyson. “You mean you let Tyson lick you and make you cum?”. Dinner went uneventfully, except that Desirée seemed to be receiving more of Buchanan's attention than she really wanted, and making the other women envious in the process. But the food was marvellous, some of the best French cuisine she had ever had, and that at least to some extent disarmed her. Over dessert and after a steady diet of political talk that the intelligent and unaffected Desirée found faintly idiotic, she felt Buchanan's words particularly directed at her, though. “Belinda, you’re in college. This party is designed to be one of those parties you talk about for the rest of your life. It’s supposed to be fun; it’s supposed to be legendary, and we’re hosting it. That includes you,” I tell her.“Me? I didn’t even know we were having a party until a few minutes ago,” Belinda says quite shocked.“Well Darling, everyone who lives here, and that includes you is playing host. Plus, we need all the eyes we can get on how people are treating our house. Oh, and tell.