"Blushing she obeyed."Don't I get any breakfast," she asked in a small voice."You? Sure. If you want anything, just ask us." Could I have some toast?"...Nahhh, it's not as easy as that," Birte explained. "look under the couch. You'll find a small gift from us."Anne went over and blanched: a dog bowl. When she pulled it out she saw the inscription: Anne, bitch in heat. She gulped. In her head pictures appeared, pictures of bitches being mounted. Involuntarily she pushed her ass backward as if. A few simple words about personal belief and future and... Jesus, thechill that had hit the room as the evil spirit floated in. The near totalsilence after the almost constant mad bubliness of a few seconds earlierwas just nuts. Even the kids that had no clue stopped as the atmosphereengulfed them.An aversion of eyes as my own mother turned and walked out of the roomlooking wounded. Here six years later the silence continued and an envelope in a car parkpunched me in the guts. "Yvie, come on. Here I go. I revolve myself unhurriedly and bit by bit, grimacing momentarily as Stian takes away his great, pleasurable dick out of my vulva to caress and finger my pussy from behind. Yes. He touches and wipes with his full-of-zip fingers the inside of my vagina, preparing me for another grand and mind-wrecking phase of sweet, pleasurable, unadulterated sex. I love having my vagina jolted and prod by his fingers so, so much. I love it more when he ejaculates and shoots out thirst-quenching. "Almost five," he said to himself. "We've been at it since three-thirty. It's impossible." His sated prick felt as if it had been basted and roasted.Vixen, not bothering to dress, her throbbing vagina still oozing and her nipples still hard, set up her easel and got out her acrylics and a paper cup of water. She looked at what she had done, a canvas of cobalt sky and sienna hillsides and squirted a glob of burnt umber on her pallet, the discarded top from a container of cole slaw.Cocking her.