"That's hardly necessary, Carol honey!" Mark glaringly rasped. "A picture's worth a thousand words, and I just watched a whole Goddamned reel! No, baby! While your husband chases down a wild pack of vicious animals at the risk of his life, I've made up my mind to fuck the living shit out of you, and my sweet little wife, Jeannie, can watch and help! Who knows, you both might learn to love a good, man-sized cock shoved up between your legs more than eating pussy!"

Jean was still too dazed by her young husband's unexpected interruption to grasp the full meaning of what was happening, but Carol Foster did! She readily realized that they had been overtly caught in a questionable act of uninhibited lesbianism, and any explanation she might attempt was only going to make matters worse, especially for Jean! Mark was obviously still in the dark concerning his young wife's being fed LSD the night before, and what they had done to her; plus the story behind her accident! He couldn't understand that she was still partially under its influence; and God knows, she just couldn't betray Jean's confidence, regardless of what happened to herself. And their dual affair with the dog, Caesar…? Had Mark witnessed that… or had the beautiful animal left before he'd arrived on the scene…?

Yet, even as she thought fleetingly of the handsome illusive beast, her dark, incandescent eyes again locked on the huge thrusting hardness of Mark's heavily stiffened cock, his graphically stated intentions echoing with roused anxiety in her brain! He'd moved to the edge of the bed, coarsely stroking the long fleshy rod, working the thick foreskin back and forth over the huge turgid head not a foot from her face!

"Oh… oh God, Mark… th-think of Steve!" Carol huskily breathed, the tears welling into her penis-mesmerized eyes more of frustration than principle.