The air has a salt-water chill to it, but we’re encased except for our heads peeking out of the flannel, your long hair laying across my neck and sh...ulder so I can feel your bare neck against me. You smell of love and sweat, and taste of salt and our mixed juices that have found their way to your face and neck as well. It’s a moment, a snapshot that will be with me long after we leave, not quite of passion but of contentment that’s deep and satisfying. I rub your breasts and your belly slowly,. I walk her to her car and open the door for her to get in. As I am there at her window watching her start the car and put on her seat belt, I reach in and quickly flick her breasts (she hates that but I wanted to get them nipples big and hard). “Stop it,” she yells, “you know I hate that”. But what she didn’t realize was that in my rubbing her nipples I had actually unbuttoned one button of her blouse which exposed her nice cleavage. That was my goal. I bent in and gave her a kiss telling her. Thanks pal!Well, "Zipper" finally got adopted. Zipper's one of the dogs at theshelter that we were afraid would never be adopted and that we'd have to"put down." He's this big mixed breed - close to 150 pounds - and a nicedog even though he's sort of whacko. He likes to play and you're neversure what he's going to do. One family had been in to see him a couple oftimes and was getting ready to adopt him when all of a sudden heplayfully jumps up on the lady, knocks her down, and breaks her. Which one fits where?Jennifer sends me no new replies. Only shows unusual videos in her growing list of favourite tapes of porn.I try to match the mixed few new signals and use my imagiation to solve the puzzle, to complete the picture.Jennifer throws only a handful of pieces of the puzzle to me. Strange she did not comment at all at of them.I often react back at her comments on videos as a second channel of communication next to our messages.Jennifer throws me in long wonders about all 'why's:.