Pete let the dog lick his fingers and then he entered the small shed as Mark had done and felt the big dog jumping up on him frantically."No, not me, ...an-someone else," he said. "My wife wants to try you, baby." It didn't occur to him that speaking in this manner to a dog was rather far out.Luckily there was a collar about the dog's neck and Pete grasped this firmly and half walked, half ran with the dog to the car. He had no trouble getting the Great Dane inside. One sniff of his fingers. Her face was beautiful and her Farrah hairstyle framed it perfectly as I looked into a pair of eyes that cried out "take me, pleasure me" whenever you looked into them.No question, every guy who had ever seen her at school wished they could switch places with me tonight.I had managed to find a radio station playing soft, make out music as we arrived and it set a perfect tone as we began to press our bodies close together, and passionately kissing as our tongues swirled in one another's mouth.. She was now clean and her hair shone gold in the afternoon sunlight filtering through the glass roof. Although much skill had been used in applying her make-up, it had not been possible to conceal the fact that she had led a hard life and was now nearly forty years old.'In the harem dress, cleaned up, ' the Emir thought, 'she looks almost appetising.'Then he remembered where she had come from and dismissed at once any thought of retaining her, thinking, 'Who knows what diseases she might be. ‘No… not that one silly, look in the corner. He keeps looking, oh my god. He is so HOT! That smile, shit me Ellie, you have to admit that is a fine piece of ass!?’ I laughed at Jenny, taking this guy in. He turned and looked at me. I felt the flush rise through my body, up to my tanned face. I hoped the weird lighting would hide just how red I was. ‘Shit El, I think he likes you, look he’s walking over. Well I never… I’m going to tell the girls!’ she winked at me, calling over, ‘good luck!’ as.