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I couldn’t even imagine the embarrassment as I would have to try to explain myself. I felt a red flush of shame creep its way up my face. I should put a stop to this immediately, I realized. I chewed nervously at my lower lip, and then did the only reasonable thing. I slowly scooted forward to the edge of my chair, spreading my legs wide and allowing the curious Akita unrestricted access. Immediately his wet canine tongue caressed my panty-covered vaginal mound. I clenched my teeth, holding in a lustful desi moan of passion. This was already more intimate attention than I had received from Frank in months. I felt my panties quickly begin to moisten, absorbing both saliva from Shindo’s energetic tongue and the steamy dampness oozing from my humid vaginal slit. My tight slippery pussy -- neglected for Bhabhi far too long -- eagerly unfurled its fleshy pink lips. The sam Akita dug deeper, lured by the irresistible flavor. Pressing his snout harder into my lustful cleft, Shindo worked his rough tongue against the thin cotton barrier, pushing the crotch of my panties up into my snug little cunt. I gripped the edge of the table with both hands, fighting the need to thrash my legs in response to simmering sexual urges that were quickly coming to a boil. The Akita nipped gently at my panty-covered pussy lips and I shuddered, giving in to the inevitable orgasm. My breathing became ragged and desperate, and suddenly my hips bucked of their own accord. The joints of the chair creaked alarmingly, but Frank didn’t seem to notice. The muscles in my thighs clenched and trembled as a convulsive spasm gripped my twat. Barely in control of my body, I ground my hips in a slow, sensual motion in the kitchen chair as Shindo eagerly consumed the syrupy wetness that flooded through the cotton crotch of my panties. I closed my legs tightly around the Akita’s furry head, wrapping him in a loving embrace as orgasmic ripples vibrated through the depths of my fuck slot. Then, in a final spasm, I rocked my head back and pressed my loins eagerly forward against the canine’s talented snout. My hair whipped in a cascade of blonde and I dared to let my hands slip from the table and caress my naked upper thighs. Dragging my fingers up over my tummy, I sensuously squeezed my breasts, pinching my aching nipples through the soft covering indian of my robe. Then -- finally -- I felt the wonderful sensations in my twat begin to falter. Small post-orgasmic tremors continued to register as Shindo maintained a steady rhythm with his talented cunt-licking tongue. Despite his energetic efforts, the flood of syrupy fluids poured through my panties faster than he could lap them up. I felt a warm, sticky puddle begin to form on the sunny seat of the chair, soaking my panties from below. The scent of wet cunt butter hung heavily in the air, overwhelming the mundane breakfast smells of coffee and toast. I hold her hips and help her impale herself on my big cock. I took a firm hold of her hips and then, suddenly shot my load into her. I put two fingers on his lips to shut off the protest, “Dad, it’s okay,” I kissed him sam on the cheek and assured him, “you don’t have to be afraid for me, sunny not at all.” I was still being forward as hell, but I spoke the truth. We got up, cleaned up, and decided to go get something to eat. She had a car nearby, nothing as expensive or flashy as Matt’s BMW, but a Nissan 370Z a couple of years old. You can’t even see my pussy right now, can you? I cupped her face, lifting her. I have been sexually active since Bhabhi a very young age. She then rose from her delightful position and took me by the hand into the bedroom. They let me have regular food and drink and I was almost starting to feel like a real person again, when I realized my bladder was full. Her choice of pyjamas, an old nightie, slightly too small for her, just made her an even easier target for his lust. “That's what you get for being a naughty, stealing cunt! I wanted to create an impression, but not as a slut. “Who isn't?” Adile, the Turkish lesbian, murmured. "Get his number," I says, "Could be a handy bloke to have round." “Uh, no. I took the bottle and put the nipple in my mouth and began to drink the juice. That would be so wonderful to just be a student once again,” she says to me now smiling. “I saw you last night, in the onsen.” Aiko was still at a loss. "Uh, Mom," I said, pointing at my weeping sausage, "Don't you think indian I need to, uh, like, put something on it? She fucked her hung son like a bitch in heat, her face contorted in ecstasy, thinking of nothing but the satisfying stiffness of his huge, pounding cock. To be honest my mother in law wasn’t a bad looking woman for some being in her early fifty’s; and surviving a mild heart attack a few year back. She wrapped her legs around my lower desi back, pulling my dick further into her with every thrust as I continued to fuck my workmate By the time she was ready to wash off all traces of her work for the day she decided on a bath instead.