We brought along some extras to hear what there's to hear." No problem. Let's scavenge some chairs from next door." We did. "Everyone drink coffee?" N...t me." Mona, could we have eight coffees and... ?" Nothing." Eight coffees and a nothing. While we're waiting, I'm Gordy Hollister. I'm with the CSIRO and the Australian Navy and the University. I only get paid by the CSIRO, unfortunately. I'm in charge of all the CSIRO stuff in this state: Floreat, Scitech, cooperation with Curtin, and that sort. I asked him where the Hell did ya'll go? He said I'm sorry she had other things to do while we where out. Anyway we finished his truck about eleven o clock and I headed home. When I got there my wife was already in bed. I hit the shower and then butt naked slid in beside her. She was asleep or acting that way. I ran my hand up her leg and right into her pussy, It was a mess. Her thighs where wet and her pussy was all loose. I whispered , hey did you fuck some one here with our son in the house. Duke quickly calmed down and was led away.However, Duke’s tongue had also impressed me. I was wet. Very wet. My juices were running more than the saliva left behind by the beast’s tongue.If I hadn’t been strapped in place my hands would have been at my cunt.Bernard announced the next dog. Chip. A German Shepherd. Tan and black. He reminded me of my own mates. I wondered if they were missing me. Their bitch had left them very soon after the marriage.The handler was the owner, Fred Smith, a. When he got back, the scene was slightly different. The taller girl was kneeling with her head down between Bonny's widespread legs, her firm, lush rump high in the air, her long thighs well parted as she applied her newly learned skills to satisfy her buxom friend.As the big Monk walked quietly to the end of the bed, Bonny saw him. Her eyes widened in surprise but her gasp was indistinguishable from her panting cries of delight from her partner's newly skilled lips and tongue.Brother John's.