It felt just as good as the rest of her. The more my fingers worked her pussy the more she moaned and leant further forward, raising her pussy into th... perfect position to be fucked. I could wait no longer. I undid my trousers and let them fall around my ankles, pushing down my boxer shorts as I did. I moved in, holding onto her waist as I plunged my cock deep inside. In and out it went in long deep hard strokes, I couldn't have been any harder if I'd tried. Damn it felt good and that clearly. Not even thinking about Betty's gift from earlier.Upon reaching his neighborhood, he met up with some of his canine pals.{{Hey Hotdog! Whacha been doing all day?}} Asked Shep, a huge German Shepherd.{{Nothing much Shep. Chasing things and stuff like that. You know, }} Was Hotdog's response.{{Yeah, I know exactly what you mean, }} interjected Rex, a great Dane. One of two owned by widow Crenshaw.{{Yeah! With all of our masters out to work and such there's just nothing to do, }} was Shep's. Her hips were broad and wiggled hugely as she walked, especially when she thought any boys were watching. Which, to be fair, they usually were!She was having a party to celebrate her parents being away for a weekend, and the house was being looked after by a man friend of theirs who, Samantha said, fancied her. She had invited about a dozen girls of our class at school, and around ten boys. I got permission from Mum to stop over at Samantha's that night, and three of the other girls had done. A large bowl of chili and half a dozen glasses of water seemed to do the trick at last, and I returned home an only slightly worse-for-wear copy of my former self.While Elaine busied herself with making dinner that evening, I again skimmed the book she'd "purchased" two nights before. I'd been thinking all day about the comments Reggie had made, and while I could come up with several arguments refuting this concept that she was a "natural-born sex slave," I had to admit that my opinions were.