You're my best friend damn it!" and I caught a flicker of a smile on her face, "I owe you so much, I can't begin to repay you for everything you've do...e for me."We hugged briefly and I turned away to kicked my shoes off. Lisa started the water as I left the bathroom to find something to drink that would relax us and maybe something to nibble on. I realized halfway to the kitchen that I had left the bathroom a little too soon, I would miss seeing her undress, damn it! But if I had stayed I. Every sentence stirred him, every erotic image deepened his arousal, and he masturbated with sweet abandon until, having held out quivering on the edge to the very end, he exploded in orgasmic bliss at the very moment when Missy brought lucky Uncle Tim to the same point of release with her clever, naughty mouth."Oh my God!" gasped John. Overwhelmed with pleasure and gratitude, he immediately penned (well, typed, actually) a response to the author, detailing the excitement and pleasure he had. She'd figure it out later. A good jog always cleared her mind. But she had to find something to wear before she could go out.Then she had it. David had left some sweats here for when he slept over so he didn't have to worry about what to wear for his early morning jogs. After he had left yesterday, she had washed his clothes, and they were still in the laundry basket by the door where she left them when she finished last night.But as she walked, she noticed another problem. The panties she wore. For the audience. And sure enough, there was another collective gasp. The dog pulled and we didn’t separate. He pulled harder and he pulled me slightly on the floor and stopped. And again, and this time the audience clapped. Clapped? But they did. I started rocking on the knot, in and out. Pulling, rising, dropping, pushing. And the occasional hits to my g-spot kept me close. When the dog pulled again and I moved in various direction, I came again. I shuddered and cried out my peaking orgasm.