Kneeling down, and after a cursory gender check, he petted it, and asked, ‘What’s your name, girl?’ He lifted the tags on the collar. ‘Hershe...?’ Her ears perked up at the sound of her name. Bill smiled. ‘Your owner has a sense of humor, huh girl.’ He picked up the ball, yelled, ‘Hershey, fetch!’ and threw it, which sent the dog racing to recapture the errant toy. Climbing the porch stairs, Bill spotted a clipboard on the arm of the chair with a delivery invoice clamped to it. ‘Since my. I was watching all from the mirror… We never touched our private parts but today she was in different mood… not much people were available on the path towards home…She kept her hand under my shirt and started pinching the nipples. And trying to pull up the wet hair around… Things were getting exciting now… she moved her hand towards the tent in pants and just massaged it over the wet pant which became transparent and she could feel the hotness from above… I was getting out of control and so I. I wanted to phone Linda the next week to see if she and I could meet for lunch or for an after work drink. I was dying to get to know more about her, and what was going on in her marriage. Naturally I was willing to trade some of my secrets for some of hers. I finally could not wait any longer so I called her Sunday at home. She worked downtown in a bank, and asked if I could meet her on Tuesday after she got off at five o’clock at a restaurant for a drink and perhaps dinner. I would have. “What do you think, babe?” Moira snickered as she ran her tongue along the back of my neck, in full view of the other customers.“Exactly,” Shiraz laughed, slipping her fingers down the crotch of my pants.I was beet-red by now, but most of the patrons acted as if they had seen nothing, which may or may not have been true. Even so, the ladies kept upping the ante between bites of their food, planting kisses on my lips in turns and slipping me more than a little tongue each time ... That drew a.