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He had more to lick now, as her orgasm produced another gush of tasty ooze from her leaking cunt. Sated for the moment, Misty guiltily pushed Hunter's questing snout out from in between her legs. Her pussy, temple and heart were all beating in time. She closed her legs and sat quietly, allowing the afterglow to cool and soothe her. The snoring abruptly stopped. She heard Jeff’s sleepy voice calling. “Babe? Where are you?” She stood up, and Hunter followed her, his claws clicking on the hardwood as she made her way in the dark to the kitchen. “Just getting a drink of milk, Jeff. I’ll be right back!” She pulled the fridge door interracial open, reached in, grabbed the carton of milk, and drank direct from the carton. Hunter stood by her side, watching and panting. As she put the milk back she whispered, “This is our secret, boy!” Part 2 Misty and Jeff had been dating for about 3 months. He was handsome, generous with money and seemed to enjoy spoiling her. In return, Misty was innovative and loved to find new and exciting places to fellate him, from car parks to elevators. She had even 'handed' him an orgasm while they stood at the bar of an overcrowded restaurant. Her latest antic was to sit on his lap while they were seated in the last row of a porn cinema and have him ejaculate wetly in her. She pretended not to notice the approving looks he got in the lobby when they left, or the fact some of his cum had made its way down her inner Brunette thighs. Jeff loved the way she’d sink to her knees when she discovered some place they couldn’t be seen, pull down his group zipper and suck him off. In the bedroom, like all modern women, Misty had definite likes and wants. She insisted on being on all 'fours' and having him take her doggy style. She was not into any missionary position sex. Neither was she averse, if he applied enough lube, to being ass fucked. He didn’t mind that she seemed to like to sit naked in his sitting room after they'd made love and he'd drifted off to sleep, nor that she drank milk directly from the carton. His dog seemed to accept her, and she wasn’t afraid of him, like that ex-girlfriend who had dumped him because she feared Hunter. All in all, they seemed very compatible. Usually when they slept together, Misty threesome would sleep over at Jeff's blowjob place, but tonight she was entertaining him at hers. She had nervously cleaned and polished and spent the hour before he arrived getting a spaghetti dinner, fit for a king, ready. She'd just changed into a tight blouse and short denim skirt and had opened a bottle of Cabernet to allow it to breathe, when the doorbell rang. Jeff stood embarrassed at the door, Hunter beside him. “Sorry, Babe, but he insisted on coming.” Misty smiled, knowing that there was no way he could safely leave his large hound to his own devices at home. “Okay Tad, this is something really important for you to threesome learn. Unfortunately, Laurel’s top went pretty high and I could just see the very top of her breasts. A quick glance at Don confirmed the same thing. “All right,” I said as I prepared to withdraw from her. The two were tangled on Brunette the floor but not far from her bed now. The others will be sure to find you and kill you before the cops find them. He pinched Laura's nipple for emphasis. His being the broken legs that he got on the Spring Drive, when Ambler his horse threw him because of stepping in to a prairie dog hole with him falling under steers on the move. I slammed her back hard into the wall in front of me, her hat falling off to reveal more of her beautiful brown hair. It had a head-bolt heater, which allowed it to be easily started no matter how cold it interracial was outside. Grilled cheese with my homemade tomato soup. “Maddie, you have to kill this imposter,” one of them said. But it wasn’t because they were even higher than my fuck me red heels. “Hi,” she said. But we had to plan it. A pleasant time and a group good lunch. Cautiously, Grace tugged at a sleeve, looking to see how abrupt the transition from tanned to pale skin was. “Oh, Mommy, blowjob eat my bred pussy! “Now your shirt.” Not Ronnie. “I… can’t believe I just did that,” Stephanie said in a tiny voice, quickly withdrawing her hand and staring distantly at her fingers. Precious had even inherited her green eyes from her father, my husband Mark. You alright?” Grabbing a bunch of her hair and painfully forcing her head up.” Gonna ring off now, speak to you tomorrow, ok?" I’m trying to help you, you know.” Judy yelled.