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Be good.” That was all Roo needed to hear. They were now greeted by a pair of very human-like blue eyes and a wagging tail. Sara whose defences were completely down by the time she reached Misty’s luxury apartment, compared her small house with the sumptuousness of Misty’s home. She'd been introduced to Roo, and without further ado, he introduced himself more intimately by pressing his nose into the crotch of her jeans. For some reason, it didn't occur to her to mind this behaviour. The group proceeded to the sitting room, with its vista of the city. After everyone sat, Clawed lay at Mollie's feet, and Roo lay at Sara’s feet. Misty, nestled against Mollie, laughed, calling her canine lover a traitor. Sara blushed scarlet. Mollie was clear headed, since she refrained from any alcohol, and got an impish notion. “Turnabout is fair play,” she thought. “Sara embarrassed me with that overt cum body search alongside the road.” blow Thinking back on that moment, Mollie had to admit to herself that she'd actually found that humiliation stimulating... but, of course, Sara couldn't have known that. So it might be time for a little payback. Reaching down to pet Clawed fondly, Mollie spoke. “You know, Sara, indian I clearly remember my first time with a oral dog.” Sara perked up, and focused on Mollie's words. “It was with that very dog that's at your feet. You see, Misty had to take an emergency trip and asked me to care for Roo.” Roo, hearing his name, swivelled his head to look at Mollie for a moment, then went back to resting his head on ebony Sara's foot. I done this just for fun" I turned my head and looked at the Chief fifty yards behind me. I tapped my indian wristwatch and held up my index finger for one minute, and hand signed, “Follow me," as I pointed to Frosty's place about one hundred yards up the rugged trail. My panties were in his pocket and he was helping himself to a real sensuous feel of my youthful body. Patricia can’t even take her; she’s oral ebony couldn’t make it work financially. I devoured her asshole. After an hour and 25 min; the traffic finally began to move slowly. I blow fell back into the chair with a sigh, and unclenched. She began to make small movements with her hips, in a counterpoint to my gently questing finger, Over the next several miles, I continued to finger her as her breath quickened and, with a soft moan of pleasure she slid one hand under her shirt to massage her tits. I walked over to the end of the sofa and lay back so that my pussy was again pointing to the ceiling. Once the job was complete she daintily dabbed at her lips with her fingers when someone took her by the hand and guided her to cum her feet. ‘Okay mummy, but I don’t want him to cum in me. I ain’t on the pill and that.’