I had seen some of these girls outside ofschool, at the mall or in stores. Most dressed in jeans and tees, whichmay have been tight to somewhat show o...f their bodies, but still casual.Some like to be flirtier, in short-shorts or mini-skirts, but none worehose or even heels. At church, these girls with their families, mightwear a dress, low heel shoes, or even opaque tights in the winter, butthe idea that they would mimic my attire even when they were mature wasunrealistic.Times had changed, but. Both hands now, lightly then hard again. "Please," she moans, "please touch my pussy." Her need has become an ache. Her nipples are painfully erect and she rocks back and forth, dragging them across the rough wood of the chair back. Her clit is erect and throbbing, her pussy unfolding, begging to be touched. "Oh my god, please touch me," she begs. His hands move to her pussy lips and he spreads them wide, exposing her clit and wet hole. He dips his tongue into her, tasting her for the first. "Easy cowboy you just insinuated your wife might have girlie, girl tendencies." I explained."I didn't mean that," he said unconvincingly. "She wants to take up bike riding. She has wanted to since you bought your bike. If I get her a bike will you ride with her." Of course I will. I would love to have the company." I agreed."Fair enough then," he said."Alright you two, tonight you are going to watch a suspect while Flatiron searches his house. You are going to serve the warrant, but Flatiron. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom and climbed into the shower. I shook with disgust as I thought of actually being ****d by my dog.When I finally re-entered the bedroom, Robby was lying in the corner licking his cum and my pussy juices from his still engorged cock. It was then that I got a glimpse of the massive tool that ravaged my cunt. He looked up at me with those big brown eyes, and I smiled. How could I be upset with such a sweetheart of a puppy? He must have sensed my feeling, as he.