There! He did it again! Jan groaned and hung onto the open door of the refrigerator, the blast of cold air from inside combining with the fiercely lascivious sensation of Rex's tongue sweeping so hotly along her cuntal crevice. She hung there in space, stooped over helplessly, as he drew his feverishly singeing tongue upward once more, through her open and vulnerable thighs along the entire murderous length of her hotly flushed vaginal slit.

"Oooohhhhhh," Jan struggled to raise herself up, to resist this irresistible titillation… and finally she managed to straighten, her entire forehead streaked with passionate perspiration, her buttocks cheeks closing tightly together to press out that insidious pleasure-giving nose that was so much what she needed at that particular moment.

She gasped and turned around, her hot young breasts heaving with emotion, her eyes shining. Oh God! Was this the answer to her prayer? A dog was neither masturbation nor, technically, an illicit lover. The wonderful in-between land of animalism!

But wasn't it dirty nonetheless?

She held the lamb bone in her hand as she gazed down with gleaming, heat-drenched eyes at the dog-paramour who was staring up at her with almost twinkling brown eyes, erect ears, open mouth and wagging furry tail.

"So…" Jan breathed hotly, almost unable to get her voice. "That's why Marge and all the other housewives are so in love with you, you devil…" Her voice came out in a tremulous, nervous whisper, all the sensations she had struggled against for the last several hours rushing over her in an implacable wave almost uncontrollable desire.

But she kept her thighs clutched tightly together nonetheless, even though this terrible, passionate intensity threatened to overwhelm her voluptuous, blonde young curves.