“Doggie?” I asked and he gave me a squeeze where I was dry outside, still wet inside and I squirmed on his hand as his fingers stroked along my slippery cunt lips now aroused for a little morning jump. I loved his long tongue. I was fucking him at the time…I was on top and milking his cock, trying for one more cum before sleep…stroking his cock with my body, my cunt milking him, and his eyes were glazed…I got up my courage with all the exercise and took a chance: “One time I let a dog fuck me.” His eyes got big. And so I fell in love, got married, got playful, [I was ‘playful’ before I got married…see granddad, goat, doggie, neighbor boy (s) and his pals not to mentions play with girlfriends, etc. So little intimate “baggage” revealments, a story at a time, testing the reactions. “Doggie?” I asked and he gave me a squeeze where I was dry outside, still wet inside and I squirmed on his hand as his fingers stroked along my slippery cunt lips now aroused for a little morning jump. After that, I would stay awake on purpose, listen for the noises and sneak out to look and play with myself while I was watching…”Stop it, Phyllis,” Hubby said…”You’re making me cum just listening
