Turning to mum, I asked her what she'd like to drink, to which she replied."Vodka and coke with plenty of ice please darling." Sarah?" Vodka and coke ...ith plenty of ice please darling."The barman looked up and smiled, turned to the bar and then spun back round again, a look of bewilderment on his face, the three of us laughed as he looked from mum to Sarah, then back to mum again.His face broke out into the widest grin I'd ever seen and he guffawed loudly."Tweens, har, har, har, I see tweens,. Nero had become so spastic I wondered if he was going to choke himself. “It’s ok, girl,” Joe said to Pandora. At his words, Nero looked at us, bared his teeth and growled. “Come on ‘Dora, let him at you.” And as though she knew exactly what Joe was saying to her, Pandora took a step backward. One more step back and Nero’s long, pink tongue lashed-out and almost made contact with the rottweiler’s rump. Slowly, Pandora took one more step backward. The Weimaraner’s tongue. They looked sufficiently alike that theycould have been brother and sister. Both were in their mid thirties, as bestas Michelle, whose name then was Michael and who thought of himself as a boy,could tell. They wore black leather tunics, the man in matching trousers andthe woman in a long sheath skirt made of the same material. They were slim tothe point of thinness and their dark eyes gazed out of sharp featured faces.Black hair cut short added to their sinister appearance.The two adults. Sure, I can’treally get a whole lot of this monster in my mouth, maybe the inch or two until it hits the back of mytongue and I know I’m a nudge away from gagging, but I feel like I’m doing a pretty good job. I’ve gota good rhythm going. Each slide down the cock pushes my lips a little wider, seems to fill up mycheeks. My tongue slides over the ridge of tip with each ingress and egress. I look up at his face tosee what he’s thinking and see his beautiful blue eyes staring down at me intently..