I almost lost her two or three times with her weaving around trees and wads of tangled up briers, some my fur even got caught in it and that hurt, lik... pulling out a toe hair hurt, but worse. I ran up to the edge of a lake just as I heard a splash and water coated my fur. I watched as she peeled off her shirt in the water and began rubbing it together, rubbing the blood spots out of it. My tongue suddenly felt dry and I realized it was hanging out of my snout, without thinking I licked my. " Right. And I'm going to be the next Prime Minister." Mother!" Yeah, yeah. Soup, right?"Sandra said nothing else about it, and we couldn't continue the discussion. So we got back to work, pouring and boiling, sealing and stacking. But every time we got near each other, we'd make sure our hands brushed, and sparks would leap between them. Heather's smile would make me jump, and I would follow her delightful movements with my eyes.After another hour or so, Sandra called a halt. It was just. Exhausted and able to take no more, she gasped that she wanted us to come all over her. They all pulled out of her and watch as she gently rubbed the last bit of orgasm out of her pussy while on her knees, beckoning us all around her.“You first” she pointed at the barman, “Wank onto my face” she instructed as gave the end of his throbbing meat a cheeky little lick. The barman started stroking his fat cock into the face of my girlfriend, occaisionally putting it into her mouth for her to suck. She was beautiful and was really concerned about me. She would often ask me about what I would do if she wasn’t there and other scenarios. She said, “I need time to think about it”. I replied, “Take your time”.If she wanted to reject me, she would have done it the next moment I proposed her. I thought she was making me wait. So I was happy and relieved. She was fair, and a bit shorter than me with a perfect body and a beautiful face. She was caring and she was really my type. I couldn’t ask God.