I had to allow that it probably was.“It might be a little bit, Sam, before they come out. Well, I mean...” said Abigail.“No, it’s all right. I...understand,” I said. “Frankly I really don’t care. Whatever works.” Abigail’s look was pure irritation.“Honey, I’m right here with you,” said Lana sensing my anxiety.“Thanks, Babe, I really need you right now too,” I said. She nodded.There was a rustling of movement behind us.And then I was face to face with my son. I had been across the table form him. He was ready to pound that huge Great Dane bitch right down into the dirt of the mating circle and seed her up inside where the sun didn’t shine. Duke hoped that he might be able to stuff his knob up inside the bitch’s private parts so deeply that they would get “hung up” and he could make the silly bitch dance to his tune in front of all the witnesses. It was a dirty business but he knew it would pull out the best reserves of his puppy-making sperm and in the scheme of things it was warranted. She fell to her knees and I could finally see her face; Her eyes were rolling back in her head and her chest was flushed deep red. Slowly, she regained her composure and looked at the hole, where my eye still stared. She put her finger, which had so recently been buried deep in her cunt, through the hole and I could smell her scent. I licked her finger, just the tip, and tasted her juices. A little taste was not enough, as I sucked her finger into my mouth, savouring her sweet creamy cum. When. It was Monday and he groaned upon realising the week-end was over. He rose from his bed and drew a curtain to reveal the dawning sun. He noticed Sybil pull the covers back over to resume her slumber. Their marriage was was currently in a storm.Slipping into his dressing gown and slippers he dragged himself to the kitchen and began brewing the coffee. As he stood there gazing at the kettle he groaned again; it was the recollection of his week-end misbehaviour at Winthrop’s; with Anita and.