.. I dunno... It's been so long. I never thought I'd find myself dating again, after I got married. It's just... Where do you start? How? How do you f...nd the right person? I mean..."My voice tapered off and, when I looked up, she smiled."I dunno where to start," I whispered."Well," she replied, taking a drink, as she leaned back. "Whadda you want?" she asked. "What're you looking for?"I sighed and pulled my legs onto the couch, crossing them, as I faced her."I dunno," I replied. "I'm not really. Mark and Randy not as much, as they had seen me like that a few times when I had gone out with Zack. But the other two spent a good five minutes trying to regain speech, by which point I had already informed them that neither my date nor my appearance was up for comment. We quickly got back to what was important- Rock Band, and me getting drunk. I had no idea how so much time had passed, but when I looked at my watch it was almost 2 A.M. I was still going on the drinking, so I announced to them. Her mouth was every bit as sweet as I remembered it and she'd worn that special perfume I liked, she was kissing me, squeezing me, crying and laughing. All at the same time."They wouldn't tell me that you were on the flight," she laughed. "I was going frantic wondering." You know the army kid," I laughed with her. "They probably didn't know themselves." I think you'd better put me down," she said. "People are looking." Let 'em look. You feel good in my arms." It's not that," she giggled and put. Gritting her teeth, Lydia grunted as she felt the big knob just in front of the dog's thick dickroot bang against her outer labes. He hunched back, his back curving again, then slid forward, pushing that blue veined cock-bump against her cunthole. Lydia cried out, twisting her body like a snake, working her asscheeks desperately against the dirt, trying to take in his cock. The animal growled and whimpered. His forepaws scratching up and down her shoulders, moving to her throat, clawing her.