You’re not going anywhere for a while, Lizzie. Could she? he can be so…, you know?”
Before Marcie could ask any more questions, the doorbell rang, signaling other guests have arrived. She was so used to living alone, she never had to close the door, let alone lock it. On top of that, she later discovered a huge run in the back of her stockings! “Now, don’t embarrass me,” she hissed. She peeked around the corner, and found Rascal and wandered back into the living room. Everything would be OK now. Then, she had an idea. “That dog needs a good fucking!”
“So do I,” someone said. He had awoken the sleeping, sexual, nymph inside of her, and now she couldn’t get enough of his long, wet, tongue and thick, hard, doggy-dick. Rascal didn’t understand why she was refusing him. ‘She’s acting strange,’ Marcie thought. Besides, if she kept him satisfied, she would have a brief a period of time when she was un-molested; to clean, fix dinner, read a book, or just sit quietly, with her legs spread, while he gently, and lovingly lapped at her pussy. It was
