Wrapping my arms about you, I feel your body mold itself to mine, trying to get even closer. You feel the hardness in my crotch as my hips grind again...t you. My hands trace down your back to grab your ass, grinding harder. We begin to thrust into each other, finding that old familiar rhythm. Moans begin to escape your lips and I’m so hard as I pull away from you laughing. ‘What?’ you smile in return. ‘We haven’t dry-humped since high school,’ I reply with a breathless grin. You giggle and we. Several of the clips had them both in the frame, the dog and John, double-teaming on Sally. Scenes where either John was down her throat while the dog was shafting her from behind or vice versa. In every case though, the dog would produce copious amounts of seminal fluid, always more than she would handle. It either dribbled down her neck or sprayed from her beautiful cunt, often hitting the lens of the camera. But one scene in particular, stood out. Jasper, I think that was the dog's name, had. We managed to lead separate lives to some extent, but came together often, in both senses of the phrase. Julia seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time on the phone - to her mother, to her friends, to Jasmine - and once, when I headed back for some lunch and whatever else was on the menu, leaving my muddy boots at the door. I heard laughter from the drawing room. When I reached the door I stopped. Julia was speaking to her old friend Samantha, who had competed with her at school to see who. " Lisa smiled and turned her back as Sophie slipped off her flip flops, pulled off her denim skirt and panties, and lay down on the table."So, what are we doing today? Everything off? Or a strip in the middle?" asked Lisa.Sophie hadn't considered this. "Everything off, I guess. Please."Lisa smiled. "First time?"Sophie grimaced. Was it that obvious? "Yes," she admitted."Don't worry," replied Lisa. "You are going to be just fine." She winked. "And, whoever the lucky man is, he is going to love.