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Suddenly, I got a plan in my mind.I started acting according to it. I asked her that does she have any boyfriend? she shyly told me no.I gave her a wicked smile.Then, I asked her to do you what is sex?She was so shy that she didn’t make any eye contact.When suddenly she was about to speak something, I kissed her deeply.At first, she didn’t respond but later our tounge were exploring each other’s mouth.My hand went on to her breast and I started caressing it.She started moaning.Go to indiansexstories dot net to read more real life sexual encounters.When she was kissing, I took off her clothes.Now she was Naked in front of me.After breaking the kiss, I started giving her breasts some attention.I started pinching, licking her breasts.She was moaning like so loudly.ah!…ah…oh …it feels so good.Then, I started to take my hand under her Jeans.Then, I put a finger inside her panty, then I started feeling young, virgin, innocent pussy!The aroma of the pussy made my cock rock hard.I knew I was. I told him I wasn’t sure having some strange guy watching his dog humping me but he kept saying it would be so erotic. He was trying to sell me the idea not knowing I had already been sold. Feigning reluctance I said maybe we could meet one of these owners and see what happened after that. Barry immediately replied to one of the guys who answered the ad and again raced me into the bedroom. I was sure he was more excited than me.The guy he responded to lived a couple of suburbs away. Apparently his wife was a dog lover so he assured Barry the dog, a black Labrador, was trained. He said he would be able to come the following Saturday. Barry explained I was nervous but the guy promised it was ok. “He is all set for next Saturday afternoon” Barry announced excitedly. “OK” I replied “well let’s just see what he has to say and take it from there”. All that week I was on edge. Barry was too and we had sex every night. As Saturday approached I got increasing nervous. Could I really let a dog.
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