Here’s what I found: December 5th - Morning As had become routine, my husband Frank flopped down at our kitchen table for a quick breakfast. His fingers worked furiously on the screen of his ever-present phone, checking emails, texts, and the latest stock statistics. Aside from wondering when his toast and coffee might magically appear, I doubt he would even have noticed if I wasn’t there. Like many a young ‘trophy teen wife’, my illusions of a fantasy marriage to a rich older guy had quickly evaporated in the first few months of our union. I homemade sighed, realizing that I had become relegated to simply another one of the many expensive furnishings that comprised ‘Frank’s Big Collection of Toys’. “I’m thinking about joining a gym,” I offered, trying to break the awkward silence over the morning meal. Frank responded by holding up a dismissive hand as an incoming phone call summoned his attention. I seethed quietly to myself, poking at my toast halfheartedly as Frank laughed uproariously at something in his phone conversation. I looked up expectantly, hoping he might share the humor, but he turned away in his chair, checking the clock on the wall and chuckling again. Suddenly I flinched as I felt a cold wet nose prod at my knee. I heard a quiet whine from below the kitchen table. I reached down and petted Shindo, our purebred Akita. As with everything else we owned, the big dog had set Frank back a small fortune. Yet Hardcore Shindo was pretty much my dog since I was the only one who gave him any attention. The boatload of money Shindo had cost had done nothing to assure a well-behaved animal. He was overly energetic, with a penchant for getting into anything and everything. One of his most annoying traits was that he would make a bee-line for any unprotected groin, sniffing and prodding with his cold wet nose into the most intimate of places. We had to be on constant guard against his embarrassing antics if we had guests in the house. But as I sat there at the kitchen table, marveling at the luxury train wreck my life had become, I was suddenly struck with a very naughty and rebellious notion. I smiled pleasantly at Frank as I meticulously buttered a slice of my toast. Under the table, I allowed my legs to part. Shindo was quick to seize upon the opportunity and I felt him wriggle his way between my legs. Still dressed in a bathrobe, I closed my naked thighs down in a welcoming embrace around the eager Akita, stifling a playful squeal as I felt his snout prod up against my panty clad crotch. I squirmed in my seat, unsure of what would happen next. Whenever Shindo was in one of his crotch-diving moods we always chastised him or banished him from the room. Never had the canine been indian given free rein, so this was uncharted territory for us both. His warm MILF breath washed across my tight little white panties. I choked back a giggle as his cold wet nose pressed into my loins, sniffing enthusiastically at the alluring scent he discovered there. My heart was beating with a combination of fear and lustful excitement. What if Frank noticed something amiss and discovered the naughty doggy between my legs? I couldn’t even imagine the embarrassment as I would have to try to explain myself. I felt a red flush of shame creep its way up my face. I should put a stop to this immediately, I realized. I chewed nervously at my lower lip, and then did the only reasonable thing. I slowly scooted forward to the edge of my chair, spreading my legs wide and allowing the curious Akita unrestricted access. Immediately his wet canine tongue caressed my panty-covered vaginal mound. I clenched my teeth, holding in a lustful moan of passion. This was already more intimate attention than I had received from Frank in months. I felt my panties quickly begin to moisten, absorbing both saliva from Shindo’s energetic tongue and the steamy dampness oozing from my humid vaginal slit. I slide my fingers into Sara’s pussy as I lick Shy’s pussy. And then the world was coming to an end. “Masterpiece?” Kora asked. "So, does that mean that you aren't?I just smiled naughtily. "Yes, of course, Beth." I grabbed her shorts and smelled homemade them again making me hard and I started inserting it slowly into her. "I'm gonna pre-heat the oven and Hardcore then run under the sprinkler for a little bit. “From where I stand Prince Meinard seems of indian little consequence. “But I likes a fuck now’n again,” Cook said sullenly. It was sort of like holding a balloon and having that evil desire to pop it. Tess had just turned teen MILF 20. “Thank you, that’s really sweet, you’re sweet.” I said while I melted. Nothing happened and that was how it went for the rest of the night. I think the only solution is that you drop that ugly sword in the forest behind us," James Rode ordered. Her body shuddered beneath me, an instrument that I played with a master's touch.