The Doberman stopped short, lifted his fox-like snout and then began to
race back up the hill. He
was certain that both dogs could easily smell the sexual aromas, which
emanated from his as well as Pam’s body. Her fingers clutched Bix’s leash and the yapping and
scurrying all around her did not serve to break her mood of silent and
watchful amazement. But now, Chester was her partner, not Lloyd Nichols. Between her legs she could feel how juice was seeping down, trickling
along the walls of her cunt and oozing over her hairy pubic mound. The good weather, the first taste of summer in what had been an
unusually rainy spring, had brought the people out in droves and as she
stood and looked around her, surveying the view while she kept a
diligent eye on Bix, she suddenly stiffened and refused to believe her
eyes. He kept his hands around her waist
and kept pulling her down, forcing her to twist left and right so that
his cock seemed to corkscrew in and out of her burning ass.
