We're good friends. That's right, boy,"She giggled aloud as the big animal jumped up on her and began to cover her face in eager dog-kisses."Whoa, who..., boy! Enough's enough already. I can't breathe."When she'd recovered from her fit of giggles, she slipped back outside to replace the key, then locked herself carefully into the house. The dog stood eagerly by the door watching her, his tail wagging like a metronome, his head tilted in anticipation of what she would do next.Angie couldn't help. He couldn't wait to feel the water for himself.He slowly lowered himself into the wonderfully warm water, sure to keep his sword and clothes near to hand. You could never be too sure when trouble would arise.The hot water swirling around his body felt good on his muscles. He immediately relaxed and closed his eyes. He was glad he was the only one in the water. The sound of the water soothed his mind while the heat penetrated and soothed his body.He didn't know how long he was in the water. The really good ones let some cleavage show. Plus tits got customers to not look quite as closely at what they were signing, and if the secretary knew the score then she knew how to stand and move to create a distraction. Frank Johnson’s executive secretary always had her elbows on the table, it seemed. How she kept her nipples inside her blouse is beyond me, I never saw them. I was thinking that Henrietta was not going to create much distraction although she most certainly had boobs. In fact,. I stroked him gently and felt him harden in my hand. I started out licking up and down his growing shaft. He was cut with a very big mushroom head. I licked down to his hairy balls taking turns sucking and licking each one. I licked my way back up and popped his cock in my mouth. My tongue was licking under the head as I was sucking. I could feel the raw power of his erection, the desire and, even, need that drove him to thrust in and out of my mouth. It was my hands, my lips and tongue that.