Are you who I think you are?" She pointed down the road to the right, but she seemed to have something else on her mind.Nikki was used to hero worship... and knew how to handle it. "If you mean, am I Nikki, then yes I am, but if you thought I might be your cousin, well... that's possible too, because my family also lives in the country." She smiled at the girl's awed expression.After autographing her picture on the cover of the current Vogue, and verifying that the lake was where she thought it. May I go home now?’ In answer, Arnie grabbed her arms and Gene slipped a blindfold over her eyes. The guys did much better than anyone anticipated and we finished in just two and a half hours. We then filmed me circling the block and following the limo into the warehouse district. Then we filmed the guys dragging and carrying a blindfolded Faith inside as I watched. Faith did a terrific job of struggling and kicking and screaming. Cleveland and Arnie thought she did a little too well as they. But I was lonely living alone and I didn't want a room mate, so I went to a pet shop and bought a boxer dog, I named him King. He was a loveable, affectionate puppy and just great for companionship. He grew into a loveable, affectionate dog, he was almost as tall as me when he stood on his hind legs. He liked to stand up with his paws on my chest and lick my face and I'd pet him and stroke his fur. It happened that on one of those occasions, when he did that, I was naked having just come out of. I slipped my fingers down to her pubic mound and continued my soft gentle strokes, no pressure at all, just light, feathery brushes across her skin.She felt lust between her legs. Deep in her cunt, She felt the start of that familiar ache. She jutted her ass back against me, attempting to position her pussy against the head of my cock. I responded by pressing myself into her closer, and moving my fingers to her labia. I continued the soft feathery strokes around the folds of her pussy lips. I.