He was now locked to his bitch, with his knot fully entrenched insider her breeding canal. Buster stood still over his mate, with his forepaws latched...to her hips and his haunches pressed firmly against her warm, firm thighs. Both the canine and human female were breathing heavy now, as both had been engaged in rather strenuous activity for some time. Buster was not sure what was going to happen next, but he felt the wave deep within his genitals quickly rise to a fever pitch. It was only a. We decide to invest the next 48 hours or so in our own sexual exploration. Our sex life, since the day we met some eight months before, has always been very, very good. We figure why not try to elevate it to greatness. Whatever we feel like doing or trying we will agree to do, no holds barred. It is amazing. We fuck in every conceivable position and lick and kiss and suck practically every square inch of each other’s body. Added altogether I figured I came over a dozen times in the last two. “What’s going on?” called John, surprised at how loud his voice sounded in the still night air. “Mind your own fucking business!” John and Harry were slightly taken aback by the ferocity of the reply. “Hey, no need for that,” said Harry. “We’re only asking.” After only a few seconds silence, the small figure emerged from the shadows. Harry and John almost burst out laughing when they saw the figure.Dressed all in green and standing no higher than three feet tall, the man looked faintly. Still full of grief Randy listened to his mother detail Mary's misfortunes. She explained that some gentleman at Marlton's estate seduced his young sister with promises he would never keep. His mother did tell him one bit of useful information about Mary's paramour."Sweet Mary would never say who the gentleman was, but as she fought her fever she called for 'Jack' over and over."Randy heard his mother explain that neither this 'Jack' nor Lord Marlton was willing to help support Mary's.