Both dogs then jump up onto the couch. Maureen pets both of them.Using a sweet, shy voice, she asks them, “Are you here to fuck me?”One of the cam...ra operators almost drops his camera when she said this.“That’s very naughty,” she continues. “Doggies aren’t s’posed to do that to humans.”Maureen continues petting them and Duke licks her face. In return she does the same and the camera gets a clear shot of the human and the dog’s tongues connecting.Simmons’ cock is pressing hard against his. Helen kept his spunk inside her bum all the way home and looked at it spilling out in the bathroom with almost reverence because she only had seen such residue once before when her uncle had used her teenaged mouth to calm him down after a losing football game. His runaway divorced spouse was a person that he had absolutely no idea where she had gone to and in all honesty no longer cared because he knew she was a cheating slut like most women if the truth be known.That weekend was a three-day. For a second, I thought I was going to throw up all over Gordon’s cock. It was a weird scene. My hips thrusting my cock against nothing more substantial than my underwear as I shot my load. Me, gagging down Gordon's cum while my throat tried to throw everything…cock, cum and all…back up. It was a shame, pleasure, embarrassment, fear all mixed together. I managed, with a little effort, to control my retching and pulled back enough that his cock was out of my throat. I would have pulled off of. It was no surprise when the Judge asked for psychiatric reports, after all, I had considered myself mad. I was examined by two psychiatrists or psychologists (I wasn’t sure of the difference). Whatever, they both decided I was crazy although they used more professional language but, interestingly, they identified different ‘syndromes’ to which I was a victim. That must prove something. But, different diagnoses notwithstanding, I was sent to a secure mental facility for an undetermined period.I.