What man wouldn't be happy with something like that for the rest of his life?"I got out of bed to the sound of her giggles and headed for the shower. ... was hoping there was some hot water so I wouldn't freeze to start the day. I got dressed in jeans and a long sleeve shirt with the fifty riding my hip like it was part of me. I grabbed the light jacket with the extra mags and headed for the kitchen. I got the coffee going and settled back with a cup on the front porch in my favorite chair. I lit. 1 hons degree in fine art / graphic design, and working in my first job as a 'Trainee Commercial Artist' (read messenger boy / gopher) in a busy and apparently quite trendy graphic design studio in Oxford street London. Top three floors. Over a shoe shop. I won't name it because A) they don't deserve a name check, B) they probably don't exist anymore, and C) I nicked a whole bunch of really expensive graphic design materials from them during my six month tenure. My pay was £8.57 a week. It was. No one in at home and no friends about.' Then when I hesitated, she decided to answer for me. 'Doesn't matter! No reason why you should be any different.'Before I could rationalise my motives and totally opposed to my thoughts a moment before I capitulated and invited her in.As soon as I was through the door I was hit by forty pounds of canine excitement. My hands were automatically positioned to guard my precious manhood, that being the exact height of my dog's nose. I pushed her further into. I was a bit confused until I finally realized what was going on. Subtly reaching my hand over between Michaela’s legs, I was surprised to find Deanna’s hand had already beat me there, and her hand wasn’t just sitting there… I moved my hand over Michaela’s bikini to find that Deanna’s hand was beneath it. I also slid my hand underneath and placed it over hers, now able to feel the motion of her fingers sliding into my girlfriend’s pussy. I looked at Deanna to see a smile on her face and the.