I wasn’t easy. I was a good girl but his cold nose was exciting my privates and it was our very private thing; who would know; the kitchen was quiet except my ears were ringing; then doggie’s wet cold nose was back on my slit spreading my lips apart with another shocking slide. My legs opened more as legs will and that cold nose from bottom to top, sliding up my wet slit, hitting my button, sending a jolt and I put my hand on his head, this time petting his nose, his thrilling nose and then that tongue, up the walls of my slit again, “Good doggie,” this time, getting me wet, his tongue asian had my taste and he was at it. It was too late for me to stop; I wanted this now; I was past thinking, it was too naughty, too good and exciting and sleeping forbidden all together, tongue and fanny now in control. I was dancing in my mind feeling good things. My towel slipped off and I was smoothing my knees and down my legs, spreading my lips for my excited doggie and his anxious tongue, making me spend, licking up my spend and I was petting his ears, lifting his mouth on me. His tongue was dipping inside my slit for more and I was hot at my center; my body was throbbing now as his cold nose and hot tongue were bringing me off like no date had ever done at any dance or in any dark corner, my toes curling up, and here in the middle of my quiet kitchen I could hear my date whispering as I came and came, this time not on his fingers, as he was holding my face. This time coming on a young doggie’s tongue and I was holding doggie‘s face, hoping he wouldn’t stop, not now in the middle of my pedicure. I was feeling very naughty and very hot being licked until he was finished with me and walked away to his water bowl, both of us panting. I looked down at my feet, easing them down in the water and finally cooling down from my thrilling pedicure. Saturday night had come early. I knew I was guilty of this but had the voyeur right to remain silent even with the ringing still loud in my ears and making me smile, licking my lips. A Vow Broken…or Was it? It wouldn’t happen these days but when my boyfriend and I started dating there were different rules: condoms were hard to find, virginity was important, casual sex was for ‘other’ people, etc., etc. So it is no surprise that when Brett and I started getting serious we made sacred promises to each other including: “no sex before marriage” though we loved each amateur other. And, you know, being good kids we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our third date (another old rule) and then we graduated to other tings, like tits…fifth date…and I had to be persuaded at that…the rest was downhill…or uphill depending on how we looked at it..and from then on it wasn’t long before he was in my pants…I did a little resistance act at first, to tease him…it felt so good to have his hand on me there, his fingers getting slippery from me…and then I was unzipping him…heavy petting during and after a show at the drive-in…It was the first erect cock I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about cocks and how to squeeze, kiss, caress, make it wet…then he got me to lick him. He showed me all about my body but we still kept our promised to wait until “later’ to go ‘all the way.’ Brett ad I were sticking to our mutual vow…barely. I was desperate for what the real thing would be like but we had agreed to wait. We had taken the Vow! One night we were at a party at a friend’s house and we girls got to talking…the boys on another side of the room…I told them about my vow with Brett and it got discussed and some of the girls tittered at that and said we’d really already had sex…just not penetration. Of course, his stiff cock had penetrated my mouth and his fingers had penetrated my wet cunt and …I loved it when we did that…but no cock penetrating cunt…and we were proud of that but there it was…the penetration word…we were abstaining from that one, penultimate, thing…indulging in the rest. Later I told Brett about our conversation and we both agreed to continue with our vows…meaning: no penetration…most but not all of our emotions were satisfied without that part. I confess I had urges beyond what we did…I didn’t tell Brett of my frustrations but I took care of them in another way. My body…my cunt…still ached for Brett but we had our vow…damn! A few weeks after the party, Bret and I went on a double date and drove to the beach. We had a couple six packs…we weren’t complete prudes…and sat on the sand on blankets my girlfriend brought and we were soon drinking, laughing, kissing, feeling and all…Brett was under my dress, inside my panties as usual, his fingers setting me on fire and my girlfriend getting played with by her boyfriend near me and she was also breathing hard. I looked over at her and she at me…we smiled. “Isn’t the beach great?” japan With all the kissing, breathing and fingering I didn’t notice when my girlfriend and her date got up and stood over us…just shadows… My girlfriend said: “We’re going to have an intervention for you two lovebirds,” and then her boyfriend announced: “Right here…right now!” I didn’t know what to think or say… My legs shot together; I pushed my dress down, Brett stopped what he was doing. I felt threatened. “No…” I said, “We’re not having an intervention.” Her boyfriend responded: “Oh yes we are…Enough of this silly vow you two have…it’s all ridiculous.” I didn’t know what else to say. I just looked at Brett, kneeling beside me and he was nonplussed…there was another voice: “Yeh…you guys…this vow stuff is shit!” It was two other guys who were at the party a few weeks before…I was shocked and a little scared. But I guess I'll make do. What is wrong with you!” “Oh, I've done so much more than touch her,” I said, putting all the cockiness I could into it. The need to precisely control personal space was indicative of someone toilet trained at gunpoint. I cast my gaze around and spotted him struggling to stand up near the smoking japan ruin of the Lodestone and a burning treeman. "Awwwwww". He had so overwhelmed her in the kitchen that she had allowed him to take a nude picture of her. My futa-dick throbbed in her mouth. But she voyeur couldn't stop fantasizing about her daddy. Now I'm only standing in my camisole and my panties. I loved how bold he was. As I sucked his shaft, I could feel the blood throbbing into his cock, filling it and making it even larger . . . I knew that with the hormones practically bleeding into her eyeballs that she would have no apprehension, and I was right. She lost her battle with her hands and they immediately came out from under her, grasping at my thighs, desperate to push back. Your breathing is becoming heavier. If we're going to try to sleep, can I have a stronger drink now?" The bus driver, a futa in a gray shirt and navy-blue pants, blinked at me. She had a logo that said Pierce Transit stitched on her breast. “If you set this up? sleeping “Just the tip for now, my pet,” Aeacus commanded. He checked the five cameras one at a time. How big is it Daddy?" My wrist really hurts. He yanked the belt off and it fell to the floor as he began to pull my jeans down, breaking the kiss and getting on his knees. Never had better anal sex.” I stepped back in the car and pressed the ground button as he yelled at me. “Oh, fuck!” Daddy growled as he buried his dick into my depths. “Ok, bring her up here.” “God, Brandon,” she gasped, “you’re so deep inside me!” “So what you're telling me is that you did feel the increased wetness down between your legs, but that you simply assumed that it was due to your own wetness?” Nicole shrugged. “That’s it lover, give into your new boss..because your ass is about to be mine” she chuckled, which I knew this would be rough. I reached the wonderful bliss found at my rapturous pinnacle. But deep down I’ll admit seeing her teasing me like that really does turn me on! Rationalization asian "I am not your son; I also know what my father and mother were trying to do. I stepped back and again tried to listen to what was going on in the toilet. “Alright then.” I said “Let's hike.” But if she didn’t make the first move, did that mean he wouldn’t? And how was she supposed to maintain eye contact when it felt like so amateur much hinged on this single moment? Cassie noticed his reluctance in answering. I also bought a pattern and some material for a Tennis Dress that Jon had told me to get.