They’d been my neighbors when I bought the house, some two years ago. In those two years, we’d conversed occasionally when bumping into each other...at the end of our drives.The seclusion and privacy of Beverly Hills was designed to discourage familiarity but I couldn’t help notice how Betty and Harold seemed to have classic cocktail parties three or four times a week, the big band music and babble of voices reaching me when I sat on my patio. Their soirées would go on into the early hours. It. ”Dance!”Brett imitated the bear’s movements. He pushed his exhausted body to keep the bear’s dizzying pace. As he danced, rivers of fire ravaged his nerves. His muscles bulged. Brown fur sprouted from his flesh, his fingers lengthened, blackened and curled. He dropped his ponderous bulk onto his paws, lifted his snout and roared. The world shattered. The last thing he heard was the bear’s deep gravelly voice.“We are Bear.”June 2nd, Dear Journal, Deirdra broke up with me. She told me she went. Much to my astonishment Christopher didn't protest as my cock head probed his neither region and pushed strongly against the anal barrier trying to gain entrance. I took the bottle of oil and poured some over my horny little friends testicles and let it run down to my cock and his anus. With the generous amount of lubricant my harden cock head popped into his anal cavity Christopher jumped and moaned as my cock worked it's way deeper into his bottom. I slowly stroked on his stiff cock as he. "Are you for sale?" Yes, I am," she said sweetly. "I'm Selphie. What's your name?" I'm Ted, but I'm not really interested in brunettes." You should ask a salesman for help," she offered.Almost as on cue, a man in a white blazer came out with his hand extended. "Welcome to Shinra! I'm Brian. You are?" I'm Ted." You like Selphie here?" Hmmm, not really," he said, still standing in front of her. "I'm partial to blondes." No problem, sir. We have a large inventory of blondes. Please follow me."Ted.