Once back inside, I stood holding the box while Kathy separated the items by the names of the people my wife had placed an order for. When she finishe..., she glanced over and saw that I was holding on one box, and asked. "Greg, where is the other box? Didn't you get the one from out of the back seat like I asked?"Before I could protest that she never said anything about another box in the back seat, she just let out a sigh and shook her head. "Ok, Greg, where are the keys? I guess I'll have to. " She plucked at her T-shirt.Today's was Motorhead. "What's a dyke?" She dropped off the tree, agile as an ape. "It's what a Dutchboy sticks his finger in." She picked a green apple off the ground andshied it at me. It stung me on the shoulder. "A lesbian! Don't be aknob." "I'm not a knob," I said. "You're a knob." She hit me threemore times before I got down from the tree, but I managed to drag herdown to the ground and we wrestled a while before we both startedlaughing. ~ ~ ~ ~ Camp. She was also watching very closely because she had noticed the little changes, every once in awhile his cooing would turn to a slight purring noise, his little fingers would curl and for just a second or two become talons.Hearing a loud smack and a thud, Bitsy flew to the window, there lying on the ground was the blonde male, he got up and brushed himself off, then took the reins of the huge war horse from the groom, swinging back up into the saddle, he once again put on his helmet, hoisted his. I am ready and await a text to say he is in the car park at the back of my house. With a long black coat and high heels I creep out to the garages. Awaiting in the car is the man I have met online. My heart races as I have seen his huge cock many times on site. Its long and thick. A good size cock, bigger than I have ever had. I have had many a night wanking over his photos.I get into the car, I have already told my stud whilst online there are to be no words between us. I just want to get in.