They were all fantasies, of course. All but one. Henry was still amazed at the level of venom even after the guy was tossed in the ground.****"Hey, ...weetcakes, wanna go to lunch?" This inquiry came from Jason, a rather arrogant junior programmer for whom Henry had a mild dislike. Now this slight distaste bloomed into full bodied disgust."I don't know who the fuck you think you are, Junior," replied Henry in a calm voice, "but if you call me sweetcakes, or any other obnoxiously patronizing. Donna had some how set the phone up to record her with their dog. Dog is an understatement, my husband had told me about the dog she had bought after the divorce. His son had told him about it, a Great Pyrenees. Now I knew what they meant by “Great” this dog was about the same size that she was. He was at least 120 pounds, HUGE with shaggy white hair. Donna was naked from the waist down and facing partially away from the camera. This “dog” mounted her and I could see her hand move back to grasp. I remember what you said that day you dropped me off, about me breaking your heart. If that’s the kind of woman you’ve been involved with, then maybe you’re running around with the wrong kind of women,“ she said remembering what Bill had told her in the kitchen. Well, maybe that’s not fair, I can’t guaranty anything, but as I said, I like you. I would like to start a relationship with you. I want to see what it would be like to be treated like a real woman for a change. Here’s my number. I know. She told she had never been kissed down there so I spent a lot of time there with my lips appreciating her pussy. She was hot and her hotness could be seen by the wetness of her pussy and I liked the taste of her pussy and kept licking, sucking her clit and doing something which made her go crazy. She kept holding my head pressed tightly against her pussy and I liked it.This continued for some time then tried crossing her legs with my head between them and I was trying to hold it apart and then.