I even skipped the afternoon trip to the coffee shop that several of us normally made each day. At home that night I was so preoccupied that my wife ...sked me what was wrong. Was I sick? Something bad happen at work? No, I told her, just tired, but I gave her a long kiss and hug before bed, and got her to smile, which made me feel a little better. During all this time I had purposely avoided checking email. But after getting in bed I coudn’t sleep, and after my wife drifted off I slipped off. Id read so many in a month that I actually began to feel it was ok to want my fathers cock, I just had no idea how to get it. The other shocking thing for me was animal sex. In a search for doggie style I had done, one bizarre site popped up that when I visited had nothing to do with doggie style but with dogs. The first time I clicked on the short video of a woman being fucked by a large black dog I sat and watched it in shock. My mind kept screaming that it was sick, to turn it off but I. With a clap Bill was not posing any more but was now seated in the chair at the makeup table dressed to the hilt in a low cut form fitting red sequined gown with dark stockings and matching gloves. 'At least I was going to do a sophisticated strip, not some thing trashy. I wonder what I had on, if anything, under it.' But he still could not master himself and he sat there primping. Angel had changed again into a exact copy of old cigar chewing Bill. She called for Dave from the. She led me to one of my couches and pushed me down onto it. Then she spun me over and removed my jeans with a few sharp tugsMy ass was in the air and I was on my knees when I felt her spit land squarely on my opening. I felt her fingers slide up and down over my rosebud, massaging her saliva around my puckering anus and then spread my cheeks open. That was when I felt her tongue slide around my opening before pushing its way into me. I was scared shitless but wasn't about to tell her to stop..