1. Peanut Butter


    Date: 10/2/2015, Categories: First Time, Group Sex, Taboo, Author: stif266, Rating: 94, Source: xHamster

    well as possible, using the front of my sundress to wipe between my legs. I'd have to remember next time, to bring towels with me--many, many towels. Leaving Loopy to clean himself the way dogs do, I tiptoed up the stairs to the 2nd floor, sundress bunched between my legs to absorb his leakage. I went directly to the bathroom and pealed the dress off over my head, facing away from the effusion as it passed my face. I dropped the sundress into the tub for further dealing later on. Not looking at myself in the mirror (I was, yes, beginning to experience self-loathing and embarrassment), I grabbed a washcloth from the closet and cleaned between my legs, cleansed my thighs, wiped the squishy mess from between my cheeks. I sat down and urinated quickly, grabbed a Summer's Eve douche from beneath the sink and cleansed myself. Then I ran into the bedroom and redressed myself in my previous outfit. I took the requisite time to check my makeup, straighten my hair (without meeting my eyes in the reflection), and then rushed back downstairs with a handful of towels. I had just dumped the soiled towels in the washer and sprayed the affected areas of the couch and rug with Fabreze, when the doorbell rang. &#034Sorry about this, Megan.&#034 Ron Dawson rubbed Loopy's head affectionately. &#034He knows better than to jump that fence, don't you boy? I don't know what got into him today. You like Miss Megan, buddy boy?&#034 He grinned. &#034Miss Megan doesn't particularly like dogs. I'm ...
    surprised she even let you in her kitchen. You must have charmed the pants off her, right?&#034 He grinned again, blushing brightly. &#034Excuse my off-hand remark, Megan. I don't think anymore before opening my mouth. A consequence of growing old, I guess,&#034 he said, sighing. Ron was in his late 70's. He was rail thin, stoop shouldered, balding gracefully with a hawk-like nose and barely perceptible lips. Grizzled fuzz covered his cheeks and his hands were gnarly with the beginnings of rheumatoid arthritis. He must have been a good-looking man in his youth; he was still darned sexy for a man 11 years older than my father. I grinned back at him, showing I took no offense. &#034I'll watch Loopy anytime, Ron. He and I formed sort of an attachment today, didn't we boy?&#034 Loopy thumped his tail happily on the floor and nodded his head happily, as though he understood. I smiled and winked at him, keeping my head turned so that only Loopy could see. Two days later, I went to the pound and browsed through the population of large breed dogs awaiting adoption ... or euthanasia. There were Rottweilers and Alsatians, German Shepards and Labs, Retrievers and Doberman Pinschers. They were black and brown and tan and white and mixed colors in between. I especially liked a large Rottweiler, six years old and suffering from a deformed front paw. He'd been dumped because of the paw, I guessed, picked up wandering the county dump three months ago. Jake and I fell in love, first sight. What a ...
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