I should have thought of it back in the summer when we had been so busy building everything else. It wouldn’t have been that much of a chore to dig ... well on the opposite side of the enclosure from the latrine. Fortunately we’d acquired several big pots from the compound when we’d cleaned it out. We’d also had acquired all the storage boxes that all the food and goods had come in. Those were large plastic tubs that could be used to store a lot of melting snow. We made use of both and survived. She orgasmed at the same time flooding the floor when we got out breath she said mmmm that was nice we better go welcome our visitors.As the evening went and the drinks flowed I could not spot my wife I asked a friend she said she had gone out of the room and up the stairs I thought she was not well so went looking. As I came to out bedroom I could her moans from it so proceeded to walk in to see my wife totaly inpailed both ends by too black guys with huge c@@k's geting spit roasted they where. .."Dogsmith" was written by Lisa Pavageau in early 2006 for nevermindwho.com and posted to SOL sometime after the exclusivity rights expired, under the pen name rache. The title is a word I made up for a working title and a better one never occurred to me. I hadn't looked at it since posting and I largely forgot it even existed until the other day when I got an email telling me how good it is."Dogsmith?" I wondered. "What the hell is that?"So I opened it up tonight and started reading, got two. Unhoonne usi tarah baithe huye mujhe apni tangoon per utha ker bithaya aur doono ko achchi tarah blanket se lapetne ke baad mujhe apne pate se chipka ker thora sa ooper kiya aur is bar bilkul chat ki disha me lund ko rakhker aur meri bur ko tatolker use apne supare per teka.Mai unke lund per baith gayee.Abhi maine apna bhar neeche nahin giraya tha.Maine suvidha ke liye bhaiya ke kandoon per apne haath rekh liye. Bhaiya ne mere koolhoon ko kas kar pakra aur mujh se bole,”Ab aik dum se neeche.