” i said, as she held her fingers around his erection and moved her hand to stroke it. “you seem quite … What’s the word? Oh yeah … Faithful...to husband.”Smita saw a picture of her face in mirror. The look of sheer pleasure was imprinted there as surely as if a bright red neon arrow was pointing at her face with the words – ‘she’s cumming’ – flashing off and on.’Smita’s fingers fumbled with the tab on jeff’s zipper as she silently slid to her knees between his wide open legs. She pulled the. My folks had bought this Dobby about six months ago and she was a sweet pup. Clean athletic lines and bright intelligent eyes. And when she went into heat last week and I watched the neighbor's dog fuck her in our back yard, well... the thought blazed through my mind like a falling star, 'Why couldn't I use her to get myself off.'I'll admit that I'm no stud-muffin. At 15 I was still skinny as a rail and had that computer-geek whitefish complexion that you get from sitting in front of your. Even those who had not lost her man was mourning in sympathy with the widows. It was obvious that this was going to last for hours, maybe through the night, so Cletus and the other men moved off a little ways and lay down to try to sleep.The next morning, the worst of the public mourning was over. After everybody had eaten a breakfast, the men began pulling the dead Cheyenne from the combat area. It took most of the day, but finally the last of the dead had been recovered and the women had. Then the man manipulated my sleeping body onto my hands and knees at the edge of the bed then started fucking me doggy style, and he really looked to be ramming his cock in hard with each thrust. Finally he rammed it in and kept it there and I could hear him groaning. The awake me could almost feel his cum shooting deep inside me and that was enough to make the awake me cum again.He was perfectly still for over a minute before he backed away from the sleeping me and just stood there. When he.