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Sara sat stunned, she had been intent on solving something of an enigma to her, only to be accused of bestiality, and guiltily, she blushed profusely. She knew her reaction was giving her away, so, summoning some indian bravado, came back with the almost inaudible statement, “So what? Recent changes in the law have made it legal!” Sounding like an attorney, Misty stated, “Well, then... you're not breaking any laws, Sara... and neither are we.” Mollie couldn't resist. She leaned close to Sara's ear and whispered, “I bet Herman has a great big knot, doesn't he? And I bet you love feeling it swell inside your pussy... and feeling him fill you with his hot seed!" They both saw Sara clench her hands and visibly shiver at Mollie's whisper, as her words vividly painted the scene in Sara's mind. Seeing the cop's reaction, Misty leaned past Sara's face to whisper to Mollie. “What did you say to her? Look at her shaking!” Mollie winked impishly. “Guess... but I'll tell you her dog is a Shepherd named Herman, if that helps you guess.” Misty's eyes widened with understanding. “OH! You made her think about being mounted, didn't you... you imp!” Now Mollie's eyes were twinkling merrily. Sara was now giving off a different, even more powerful scent, and she squirmed between the two women leaning against her from either side. The server returned to take their orders. Mollie, determined to keep the peace, ordered a soda with her sirloin and fries. Misty ordered a grilled sole, and, having done so, slid out of the booth and wandered off to the table of salads. That left Sara, who had been spying over her menu earlier rather than reading the extensive menu itself. Caught without much of a clue, she followed Mollie’s example, also ordering a steak and fries. Between Misty and Sara the pitcher of beer was emptied. Mollie stuck to sodas, wanting to keep a clear head in case trouble erupted again. Luckily, the meal had been eaten in relative silence, but friendly contemplation. When they went outside, Mollie almost bullied Sara into the back seat of Misty’s car, explaining, “I’m not allowing either of you behind the wheel after a whole pitcher of beer. We can fetch your car in the morning.” Figuring that she'd be spending the night with Misty, Mollie stopped by her house to pick up Clawed, rather than leave him alone overnight. As Clawed got into the back seat of the car, he greeted Misty with a sloppy kiss on her cheek. Ever the perfect gentleman, her lovely Weimeraner cocked an ear at Sara, looking at her inquisitively. “Friend, Clawed,” Mollie informed him. That was good enough for Clawed. He stretched out on the back seat, placing his head in Sara's lap. All the rest of the drive to Misty's, Mollie noticed Sara petting Clawed's head rather tenderly. The woman truly loved canines. Mollie parked next to her Mercedes and used her key card to summon the elevator. Mother hen Mollie then bundled her ‘brood’ into the lift. When the lift opened, Roo, as was his wont, was bristling in defence mode. True, he recognized the mixed scents of Misty, Mollie and Clawed. But there was also a scent foreign to him, so he was prepared to act. Misty immediately told him, “Roo, this person is OK. This is Sara. Be good.” This amazing delight built and built and built in me. Just enough to calm her nerves so she can function. Amaia readied her bow again, this time the bolt was a brilliant orange. It was bad enough that the softball sisters talked her into playing summer ball, but making her their lookout while they fooled around behind the dirt pile, that sucked. I'm not sure . . . "Some of it. “If that’s what Mason wants.” My sister had just told me that I would get a blowjob if I let one of them piss in my mouth. Becky sidled up to me, a smile on her lips. I glanced to where Lady Lydia Straltaira sat behind her platoon of lesser nobles. Michael bobbed his cock up and down, and Hayley refrained from touching herself, despite the tingling in her cooch. Every stroke of his cock causes a ripple of sensation right down my cunny until he indian hits the bottom and his sack smacks my bottom. I stared at the tight slit formed by the meeting of her plump out labia, her little bud peeking out from her folds. I felt like she had already planned what to say. You’ve made me so proud, Samuel.” It hurt him some so he hoped it hurt her more. Both were slim and naked, well, almost. My lips opened and I began to pant, trying to dissipate some of the heat rising from our joined bellies. “No, shit, no, that would have been even more embarrassing. “This is all your fault,” she seethed. I was having trouble getting out of my comfort zone I guess. I watched as she walked around behind me then to the side of me then she stopped a few feet away in front of me between me and the TV. You pledged Greek because he was in a frat and he showed you attention. Many of the partners in a marriage cheat on their spouse. "Alright mom, I'll only have her go there a day or two. I said is that all, then my father said that they used to have sex in the field afterwords, because she would get so turned on. “Please Andrew,” Joan plead, “I love you. She’s got all the right equipment in eye pleasing proportions, she no doubt fills a lot of testosterone fueled fantasies at school.” I'd feel her out on the date tonight. I claimed her body with my futa-dick.