It was firmly and finally settled that they would go. Just as they were leaving, Sultan, the big Doberman Bette had seen fucking Cindy, came padding i...to the room. Her pulses quickened at the sight of that sleek black dog and the throbbing tingle began between her legs.She watched as Cindy gently, almost lovingly, stroked the dog's head. His tail wagged and Bette would swear she saw an adoring look on his face as he looked up at his mistress."He is a beautiful dog," Bette said, moving over to. Come on, I’llcarry her.”Jim picked her up and carried her up the stairs andover to the bed, placing her on the pristine whitesheet ever so carefully.“Okay Paul, this is where you bow out. I am going to belying next to her when she wakes. I want her to seeonly me. She knows that I was the one eating her. Herbarriers against having sex with me have been broken.If she sees you, they might spring back into place.Later, you can join us, but for now, go back downstairsand watch. He felt her breasts press into his chest. She felt his hardness press into her belly. They folded into each other's arms, holding each other firmly, absorbing the warmth and smell of each other deep within them. The stood silently embracing, barely breathing. His heart was racing and he could feel hers beat in time with his. The both inhaled pressing them closer tighter. She turned her head sideways facing his neck and snuggled in. He allowed his hands to move feeling every inch of her back and. The three of us had known each other since we had met in the Air Force twenty years earlier. Even back then, we all were interested in bizarre and occult things. Over the years, I had concentrated on history and secret societies, while Bruce and Mark had pursued measurable phenomenon.Mark was always inventing crazy gadgets to detect ghosts and sasquatches, and I usually got suckered into writing software to support them. I also humored them when they told of their latest finds, but I rarely got.