He made little growling sounds as he thirstily licked all her pussy-juice."Ungh, God, yessss, Jake, yessss!" Babs shouted, sensing that a mighty orgas... was only seconds away.Jake continued to eat his mistress' horny cunt, just as he had done so many times before during the last few months. His nose bumped lewdly against her clit as he shoved his muzzle between her cunt-lips, licking the raw cunt-meat there."Oooh!" Babs cried, little tremors of animalistic pleasure washing through her loins.The. First, we need to find and stop this particular stalker. He’s done mischief time and again, making us think we have a serious threat on our hands. I’m afraid he’s softening us up, and one time the threat will be real – and deadly.”Lucas spoke, “I’m worried about the same thing. I’m sure we haven’t seen the end of him. It’s just a matter of where and when he’ll do something again. I pray it’s not hurtful or deadly.”“Can you put some of the private detective staff on it?”Lucas nodded, “I already. She was never affectionate to him. He was sleeping when he woke up hearing Lola screaming. But this screaming wasn't like yelling, it was more like fear. He decided to investigate and what he saw was his mistress tied up and with her nude pussy right in front of him. Even being a dog he knew what that was, he had often been present while Lola was screwing some guy. He did know that it was a place that made you feel good. Lola saw Tarzan approaching and reaching between her legs. She saw him. The list of things that could go wrong was rather long. She stared down at the unconscious boy, Draco's pallor appearing even whiter than usual, probably because of the pair of very black eyes, the worst set of raccoon eyes she'd ever seen. Hermione despised herself for the anxiety she felt for Draco's life, knowing that her concern was not rooted in love for her fellow man: it was really Ron she was worried about. She'd heard from Hagrid Pomfrey's prognosis: Draco would live, 'probably'. More.