“Let me do that for you,” he repeated again as I met his eyes. I stopped rubbing my foot and put it down.“You want to rub my feet?” I asked fe...ling a bit curious, trying to sound stern.“I want to massage them, yes,” he said.“That would be... a little bit inappropriate don’t you think?” I replied looking into his pleading eyes.“Why? It’s just a foot rub,” he said sitting there looking at me innocently. I looked down at him at a loss of words. I dimly realized that I hadn’t exactly pushed my. So instead of being angry at herself for getting turned on by something so perversely wrong, she gave in to her arousal. If she was going to kiss a dog, why not enjoy it? I cant believe Im about to do this, she mentally gasped before letting go. Her tongue immediately came to life and started reciprocating the dogs eager tongue strokes. Though she was still a virgin, she had kissed a few guys and knew how to handle herself. Nonetheless, the puppy was a much better kisser than her. But Barbie. “Dustin just wants to fuck me tonight and I didn’t want you to have to do without anything while I’m behaving like a nasty whore for him.”“You let Dustin do that to you?” the younger brother demanded.“Yes,” Bridgette answered. “I let him do anything he wants to me. I’m a woman, son. I’m nothing but three holes and a pair of tits designed to make men cum. I will do anything any man wants me to do.”She paused, taking a long moment to gaze at each of her sons, before repeating, very slowly, . The girls rotated turnsdelivering the evening meal. Mrs. Smedley delivered thebreakfasts and lunches unless Karen were around. IfKaren saw her Mom with a tray, she’d offer to do thatfor her Mommy. Karen went up, but didn’t come down forover ninety minutes. When she did, she looked like she’dbeen sexually molested again. She was dressed and nosemen ran down her legs, but she had that disheveledlook and flush to her features like she’d been rodehard, then wiped down and.