” For some reason, Maggi thought I was always looking for a blond haired, blue eyed, big tit Valkyrie to run off with and leave her. Maggi being nea...ly the polar opposite. Maggi was 6’ tall (former college Volleyball Player) dark brown hair, brown eyes and “A” cup tits. She was Italian, had gorgeous tan skin and a beautiful bushy pussy. (She did her best to trim it because she wore small T-backs to the beach.) Maggi was in great shape, her muscles were toned and defined, when she flexed or was. The feel of your lips kissing my neck as I moan slightly in your ear. My hand sliding through your hair to pull it slightly as I seek your lips for a taste of heaven. Our tongues dancing an erotic dance of passion and delight. I feel my breath faltering as you bring me close to the edge with your mouth. All we are doing is kissing and you have me so engrossed in you that I climax without a sexual touch. I want to feel you, all of you. I switch you under me and start nibbling at every exposed. Brian was a douchebag. Plain and simple, there was no way around it. He had a badge and a gun, and everyone called him Lieutenant so it made him feel important. He married my mom a couple of years after Dad died, though why she married him I don’t know, they’re leagues apart. She is a 5’10” latin lady, tanned skin, dark brown hair, bright hazel eyes, and a well maintained hourglass figure. He is a 6’2” pot-bellied, balding alcoholic, with no hair on his head to speak of, blotchy red skin, and a. During my time under the hot spray of water I drank the strong bourbon and coke drink I'd made from the contents of the mini-bar. No, I wasn't trying to drink away the memory or wash away the shame of dressing in a doggy costume to get fucked. Actually I was trying very hard not to laugh at my owner. I thought his little kink was a hoot! Once a month we met at this hotel and I had to sit up and beg on command, roll over, show my belly to be scratched and catch doggy treats in my mouth that.