For him, too, I guess. I felt him get really hard like they do, you know, and then he tensed up and kind of shivered. I just love that moment.Mason tr...ed texting me a few times while we were together, like, Where are you?! I heard my phone pinging and chiming. He kind of knows what’s happening, but I never answer him. I don’t want to hurt his feelings too much.When we came back to the bar together, John’s arm was around my waist, guiding me to a seat. Mason was already in the bar by then, at a. I have tried to analyze it over the years from that very first time I gave myself to a dog. It has to be the primal urge. When I first had sex with my father I came as soon as his cock touched my pussy and his hands wrapped around my breasts. It was taboo. So wrong. So forbidden. Yet, so fucking wonderful!!!Primal. Filthy. Disgusting. Worse than a slut. I am a FUCKING DOG slut. I crave it. Like a drug addict craves for his or her fix. This was mine. To give myself to an animal. I wanted his. ” I felt myself getting hard as she kept rubbing me. Then she looked up at me and asked, “Just how big are you?” I have to admit, I have always felt that I was well endowed, being just a little over nine inches long and real thick, almost as thick as a ball bat. I replied to her,“Let me show you,” and I pulled my pants down slightly and pulled my cock out. My cock was standing at full attention all nine plus inches. Then I heard Wendy say, “Oh my God, your cock is huge,” as she put her hand. Thanks for being such a, such a good friend.” She giggled into my shoulder and tripped up the stairs some more. “No worries, now time to get you into bed.” After several minutes of stumbling up the stairs and down the hallway, she collapsed onto her bed face first and mumbled something inaudible into the sheets. Gently, I slipped off her shoes and slid a blanket over her. She’s going to regret this in the morning, I thought. I placed a bucket by her bed for the morning and tiptoed down the.