With a heavy heart, she’d gone in search of her betrothed.He looked so peaceful. So handsome. He had a square, chiseled face – a face a sculptor m...ght use to show divinity. High, angular cheekbones curled under inset, wide eyes and a firm, curved brow angled above them. His nose was straight, if somewhat wide, and it led to thin, expressive lips which could curl in happiness or flatten into concentration with equal ease. His jaw was hard and steadfast, angling down to a solid, notched chin.She. ‘Come on Fuzz,’ she said, tugging at him. He was defeated. He might as well go. Slowly Fuzz got to his feet, walking with funereal dignity down the sidewalk, his head hanging low. Stupid Growl was still bouncing around, acting like this was great. ‘See? See? See?’ Growl continually asked, grating on Fuzz’s nerves unbearably. He refused to sniff all the awful things that Growl was so interested in, preferring to concentrate on their utterly dismal fate that surely awaited them at their. As the kiss deepened they both started thrusting against each other. For him it was a habit, it was just what you did when you had a sexy girl sitting on you. For her it was pure instinct and want. She could feel his cock rubbing against her womanhood through her panties. She felt sensations she had never felt before. He leaned his head down and started kissing her neck. It only heightened her sensations. She didn’t know what was coming over her, but she pushed herself back and put her hand on. "As long as the natives don't try to kill us on theway."I giggled at the idea. "We'll have to be very stealthy then."With that, the Mildred and I took off in search of food. As we went, wepretended to sneak along, darting between bushes and hiding aroundcorners of buildings. My adult male mind wanted to laugh at howchildish it all was, but in the that moment, I was having too much fun.**********************************************************************************************The locker.