I wasn’t cruel—I did allow Cindy to sniff it occasionally. Neither of us thought she was sacrificing through her abstinence. It was Cindy’s de...ision to become pregnant immediately and she’d have to abstain at home, as well. That night we took a leisurely walk through the red light district, even passing a theater that featured live sex shows. I told Cindy I wasn’t interested and wouldn’t be even if I could learn a few new tricks. She punched my shoulder then whispered that she had a few. His forepaws scratching up and down her shoulders, moving to her throat, clawing her titties as he struggled to work his knob into her twat."Yes, yes, yes!" Lydia sighed, as his prick kept sliding into her clitty. Oh God, how wonderful it felt to sense his hot body, that long, tickling thick Irish Setter hair rubbing against her belly, against her legs, against her titties! Oh! Her titties! How good they felt rolling, bouncing, and slapping together under the animal's attack. More saliva rolled. He kind of made me laugh."Pete, she doesn't know about your dream. Take it easy."It wasn't two minutes later when Mary approached our table."Pete Patterson, it's been so long since we have seen each other. It's so nice to see you again."I knew Pete was confused but I figured that Mary must be thinking about the dream. Of course Pete wouldn't have known that."Hi, Mary. It's so nice to see you again. It's been awhile since we've talked. You're still one of the nicest girls I've ever met," replied. I was like dry humping her. My hands were clutching her hips and massaging them. Her belly was so fleshy and soft. And her thin saree fabric was making it more soft and sexy.Then my hands slid and groped her big breasts. She moaned at this. Without wasting any time, I fondled her breasts to my hearts content. I loved doing that through her saree pallu, blouse and bra. I was licking her neck and shoulder all over. This woman was driving me crazy.Then suddenly I flipped her around, lifted her.