Vixen was finding him habit-forming and that bothered her somewhat. She smiled to herself and licked her lips, savoring the taste of him as she switch...d to a smaller brush.The only class she was having trouble with was the script-writing seminar for a visiting professor with experience on Broadway and an acid tongue. He demanded realistic dialogue, and none of the members of her class had pleased him yet. She had read Tennessee Williams and Eugene O'Neil and Saroyan and written several scenes. I patted her ass to see if she was awake."Give me a few minutes," she moaned."You remember my friend Karen?" I asked.She turned her face to me and smiled. "Of course. I liked her, she was fun." Well, how would you like to come with me to her and Dave's cottage next weekend?" I asked.She rolled on her side and sat up, crossing her legs in front of her and facing me."You want to me to meet your friends?" she asked in surprise. "Like we are a couple?"I thought for a moment before answering as I. The man she adored and had wanted for so long was finally kissing her, loving her the way she had always dreamed, and she was determined to show him how much he meant to her. Then maybe, just maybe, he would realize that he needed her, too. She placed loving kisses on the line of his jaw and along his neck. She slipped her hands inside his shirt and up his hairless chest, feeling the heat pouring from him. But that wasn't enough. She desperately wanted more of their flesh pressed together. She. We all went down to the pens. The German Shepard was brown with a couple of dark spots. He looked quite powerful and had my pussy tingling. The Husky was mainly white and was gorgeous. “What a handsome fellow” said Cindy, giving me a smile. “Yes” said the manager “this guy brought him in. Apparently he and his wife split up and he didn’t want it anymore. Shame really as he is a fine animal”. I agreed. I could wait to get him back to the shed and start training him. “OK” said Cindy “I will take.