My wife gasped loudly and the sudden realisation, that we could be caught, struck home.I cleared my throat, “I suggest that you two slip into a bedr...om before one of our friends, or your wife, catches us.”Janet looked over at me, a dreamy look on her face. David didn’t need telling twice and tried to move sideways. Janet held tightly onto his belt and didn’t move.“Paul?” she gasped to me. My eyes feasted on her. Her perfect body, her exposed breast, erect nipples aching for more, her dress. His 15-year-old had apair of jugs that measured out at 34-C the last timehe bought a new bra for her, a job he always enjoyed,taking her to Victoria’s Secret and making her modelfor him, her mounds like mashed potatoes or big scoopsof vanilla ice cream. He usually bought her sixbecause she kept losing them somehow. Her jutting jugs were about the size of softballs andwhen he kneaded them, they felt like bread dough.Handfuls, that’s what they were. And they were his,only his, so he. It was a striking two-tone effect that identified Squire as a purebred Chrystal Shepard, a breed of dog native to Chrystal Heights. They were rare and highly-prized due to their unusually high intelligence, but traditionally only single men owned that breed of dog. ‘Your dog tried to attack Ariel,’ I said. ‘Ariel has the right to come to this park without the threat of assault.’ The man laughed. ‘If Squire had attacked your little dog, you would have taken your dog home in separate pieces.. “You want this don’t you Ellie?” he asks her. “Oh God yes! Please Sam!” Sam chuckles and slams into her making her scream in shock and pleasure. He waits for her breathing to settle down again before he begins to thrust in and out of her. Ellie moans as Sam grips her waist and slams harder and harder into her, she groans hard as she feels him fill her over and over again sending waves of pleasure through her body. “Oh God Harder!” she screams. “Fuck me harder!” Ellie moans as Sam complies with.