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It turned out to be a great time in my life. To this day, I still would rather have sex with a japanese big cocked dog that any man. I had a few wonderful years living with a great bi-sexual named Teri. I have written about her. She loves to dog fuck also. The years with her was a non stop fuck fest. The most enjoyable thing we did was for us to be in the 69 position, with her on top, and have her dog fuck the hell out of her with me licking and sucking her slit. This always made her cum quickly. The best part was when the dog would unload into Teri, I would be there to catch the drippings. She could hold it in and let it come out slowly. That way I could savor all of it, and take more time sucking on her cunt to make her cum more. Aw those were great times, but her job forced her to move a very far off place. As asian I spent more time on the stories, my readers became aware that I was a cum slut, dog fuckin, horny babe old bitch that would do and enjoy, anything that would make me or anyone cum. I always leave my e-mail address at the end of my stories to get people to reply and give me feed back. (Not anymore) Well, I received feed back from a reader by the name of Patrick. I will not give you his user name and I’m not sure his name is Patrick, but this is his story. It seems that Patrick had a fetish frigid wife named June. He said that he wished he had a wife like I was. Up for anything sexual. I told him that it was his fault. He should make her do for him the things he wants. The smell of good old scrambled eggs and fried bacon and got coffee woke Jim right up. You have done well, she would tell me. "I think you owe me something" Zach whispered to Molly as she came down for breakfast a few minutes after him. Becky moved her hips closer to Scott's hand as he rubbed her inner thighs slowly moving his hand up and down her legs. We had been seated only a minute when Marianne, asian who my family has known since she was a child, brought us menus and coffee. “Tell me something, would you trade your life for her freedom? Now, today, the bodies of the dead were brought back to the town, as some kind of message or warning. I stood once again and saw my 416 laying on the floor, I reloaded it with a fresh mag and slung it “Sure, no problem. They praised both the boys and themselves and remembered to include a japanese thanks babe to the barista who let them get away with it all. This meant that there fetish were eight people in the back seat.