Darlene was pleased to discover that her hips wereeasily wide enough with her legs wrapped around hisnarrow dog’s body to accommodate even a muc... largerdog. Darlene realized that her Husbands body was widerand he always crushed her to the bed because of hisgreater body width and greater weight. Her husband wasalso sweaty after prolonged action where the Samson wasdry but warmer, with his dog’s fur stimulating her frompussy to chin, brushing her breasts with each vigorousthrust and. We'll put him through the jumps together, if you like."The idea tingled in Betty's tummy, spread to her tits, and she said, "Great. You and I and your father; that ought to break him down-- or do him in." Yeah," Linda chuckled. "See you later."From the liquor closet, Betty brought out two big pitchers which she filled with ice cubes. She poured gin into them, filled them the rest of the way with domestic champagne. French 75s, she remembered; a sneaky drink she'd know while she was a single. “Get your tongue down there now…” I slipped to the floor. Kneeling, my hands came up on her arse as I bent forward. Her body arched forward as my lips made contact with her pussy lips. She was right, she was so fucking wet. My tongue slipped all over her pussy. I found myself pulling on her arse as much as she pushed forward, each of us eager to get my tongue inside her. I pushed my tongue forward and I felt her lips separate as it pushed its way up and into her silkiness. “That‘s it, get your. Feel ... um ... things that she didn't want to and she couldn't stop it and it wasn't her fault and it didn't mean that she was a slut or anything like that cause she really couldn't help it and she really really tried to stop it but she just couldn't so it really didn't mean anything? Remember?"I reached over and tickled her sides, making her squeal. "Wow! And you said all that in one breath? Yes, I remember"."Well, I understood what you said, and I even agreed with it, but it just doesn't.