I slid across her body. I parted her legs gently with my fingers. I felt her gasp. I mounted between her legs. Stared at my rock hard dick. Watched it...slide between her legs. Enter her pussy.And go all the way inside.Miranda gasped. She thrust her little butt up in the air. She moaned. She gasped again. And then she said it."Oh God. I've wanted you for so long. Please. Fuck Me. I want you. I want all of you. I don't want you to stop."And I couldn't stop myself if I'd wanted.I pushed deeper into. "It needs strong sensations, now do it again, with a firmer tongue!”Soon I had her sucking, nibbling, biting and running her bared teeth up and down the shaft! She learned that by turning her head sideways and nibbling and sucking at the vein of the rod like she might do to an ear of corn, she could cause me to moan and produce just a drop of pre-cum which I fed to her greedy tongue.Then I introduced Lindsey to the frenulum. I had her feel with the underside of the ridge of my cock head. He tossed it in a corner and began by checking out the piles of paper, mail and catalogues that were spread across the shelf in front of the darkened window. There was no space anywhere to sort piles. The only available surface was out front on the long counter. Brendan gave a glance at his boss who was punching numbers on a cracked plastic desktop phone and scooped up an armful of piles. He marched into the front room and dumped it on the counter. He repeated his trek three times.He sorted. Their backs were on a level with her crotch.Some of the audience clapped lightly.Whoever was at the phonograph or tape player turned up the sound; the drumbeat became insistent and all-pervading. The brilliant yellow light poured down on the girl and her dogs.She turned to face the golden yellow Dane. She stroked his head a few seconds, then put her hands on her naked hips and spread her feet about two-and-a-half feet apart.It was a signal. The Dane before her sat on his haunches and extended.