I knew my husband would never go for it as I kept it secret.I was reading a story on Kristen Archives about a lady who was fucking a dog and as I read...it, my hand was playing with my pussy as I rubbed it, not wearing any panties and my short dress up high. I was so wet as I fantasized about me being on my hands and knees as I took that doggie cock. My fat pussy was on fire as I rubbed my clit between my two fingers.I glanced out my back door and saw a large, black lab in my backyard. I knew it. “They don’t know what to say. They forget common manners. If we were sitting there, say at the front of the stage, where they could see us, and we were watching them ... don’t you think that would make them as nervous as a whole crowd?”“That’s insane,” said Tilly, smiling benignly at her husband. He’d made other decisions in the past that were more outrageous than this one, such as allowing Bobby to impregnate her twice, the good old fashioned way, so she wasn’t shocked. She just thought it was. ”“My mother, who liked to drink a lot and have a good time, believed everyone should be able to do their thing as long as nobody else got hurt. And she told me she had always wanted a daughter, and said I could dress up however I wanted.” “So I was in the habit of wearing girls’ clothing around the house, though I didn’t dare venture out dressed like that, for fear that if someone found out, I would be ridiculed and would never hear the end of it.”“Mom was concerned, however, that I did not. Spreading the magazines out on the side of the bed away from the door, I lay down on my left side and began to leaf through them. It wasn't long before my cock was stiff. I grasped it with my right hand and began to stroke it gently as I looked at all of those bare breasts, bottoms and vaginas. I also found myself thinking of Darla standing there nude in front of me, the sweat of all that wood-chopping pouring down over her pale skin. When I reached the end of one of the magazines, I found an.