As she got back to my face, I could taste myself on her lips.Her tongue felt granny so hot and lithe as she gathered up my pearly jizz.It was just a quick doodle and more cartoonish than I would have liked, but I drew a picture of Momo and Sonja.Silas panted.Silas maintained a steady pace, occasionally pulling back to see how much riding red he was wearing.He spluttered, My sister?You hair should mom always neatly braid with oil.I licked my lips, this delight flooding through my body.Girls aren’t allowed German on the men’s team!!Back there in the bar a minute ago, Jim motioned with his head toward the hotel lounge.Give the neighbors a thrill.He was making her boy come again.I had never seen this side of any woman and the thought of doing whatever she said was very exciting.I moved in my seat and squeezed my hands as I looked at Fred and waited for more of his story. Two granny decades later, and now an upstanding member of society, would I do it again out of my own free will? Give myself to a dog? Stick my ass high in the air like a slut, and beg him to mount me, and use mom me, and pound me with his angry red dog cock? As the questions swirled in my head, one quick check between my legs provided the resounding answer that I couldn’t get myself to verbalize. I was soaked; my nipples were standing out, trying to poke holes through the only thing I was wearing, a tee shirt that I had stolen from my live in boyfriend. So here I was, just post my 40th birthday, having never shared my dog sex experiences with anyone offline, and I knew that I had to do something about that. For anyone who doesn’t know me, I am one of those people who once they set their mind to something, will do whatever it requires to achieve it. The only remaining question was .....how? February The rudimentary outline of a plan has started to come together, and I figured I needed three things to fall in line, to allow me to achieve my goal. First, I needed a dog. There were plenty of offers around online, but caution dictated that this would have to be something I did alone. Although, I sat pondering the PM sitting in my German inbox, from a guy a few towns over, offering his three well trained St. Bernards. They were the father and his two boys, both fully grown, so they would work together and this meant nearly a metre of dog cock between them. Rereading it for what seemed like the hundredth time, alternating my riding boy mouse between the Reply and Delete buttons, had my juices flowing.