ButGoldie is a little skittish lately, and has even been snapping at me." I think she is injured," Rachael said, kneeling down next to the lab,who did...seem as if she was going to snap when the girl put her hand outto its shoulder. As soon as she made contact though, Rachael felt energypass through her hand and arm, and the dog immediately calmed down.Rachael was amazed. She could see into the dog. It was clearer than anx-ray. More like an autopsy, but the animal had not been cut open. Shecould. ’ It’s signed Vincenzo and dated July 1934.” “Oh, that’s interesting. But what does it mean?” “Yes, I’m not sure, but I think it will be important, cos it’s part of the history of the painting.” “I’ll leave it in your capable hands, Cindy.” “Thank you. Talking of capable hands…” “Hmmm…” “Do you want to come round tomorrow?” “Really! I’d love to.” “I’ll make us something. Is lasagne okay?” “Is it ever!” “It’s my special recipe.” “I’ll bring a bottle.” “Okay then. It’s a date.” I hung. Stephen was at home waiting for Christine to text, call, send an email….something. He was a little angry, concerned, curious and aroused. He was a guy of average build and took measures to take care of himself. He stood about 5’11”, weighed just shy of 200lbs and was, much to Christine’s enjoyment, very well endowed. He stood looking out of the front window watching for Christine’s car to pull in to the driveway. He was wearing a pair pajama pants and nothing else. Stephen began to turn from. He told Ana to lie back on the floor and open her legs wide.Matt and I both just sat there looking, her short skirt up round her waist. He told her to take off her red thong and resume the position.It really turned me on to see that black guy looking at my wife's shaven pussy as she stretched her legs wide open. I could see her juices flowing out from her glistening wet cuntMatt ordered her to hold her pussy lips open so he could have a better view.Then he went down between her legs and started.