It was just me playing with a dog. You know, ‘playing’. Then the next day I went online looking for some video of other women ‘playing’ with d...gs – and I saw your advert.” A child is buzzing around asking her to look at his drawing. She smiles and looks at it, says it’s very good. Back to camera, “I couldn’t believe that advert coming up the day after I had dreamed about it. I thought it must be a message from God. You know, telling me that I should have some ‘fun’ with a dog. I watched a bunch. She tucked some loose strands of her bright-yellow hairbehind her ear and started to get up to leave.Jeff grabbed her wrist. "Hey, where are you going?"5She scowled at him. "Well, that's what you wanted, isn't it? Wasn't that ouragreement?"He gave her a lusty grin. "Well, yeah, but -" But what?" Don't you wanna get off, too? I mean, what were you playing with yourself for if youdidn't want to get off?"She shifted her weight and tried to pull her wrist out of his grasp. "I can take care. It felt really good. After 10 minutes of stroking, I felt like a shock in my body, and with that, a sticky liquid started coming out of my cock.I liked the feeling after that, and I thought to myself, this is probably what masturbation was. From that day, I started learning more about sex and masturbation and started watching porn. I started getting addicted to sex.No matter how much porn I watched, I always felt that the sexiest woman I ever saw was my mom. She had become my dream girl and my. He was more than happy to stroke that fervour, to feed that fire with his own. She pulled him close, her strength surprising again and again, her body cool against the heating fire of his. Her kisses were rarely gentle, always demanding, always full of power and boundless strength. He loved those kisses – and for a moment he let her play, let her experiment. Her tongue invaded, her taste spreading in relentless waves across his existence until there was nothing left in his mind but her. His.