But he came back up between my legs. He thought I was playing and came back up at me, his nose landing on my cunt, sending a shock wave into me. I p...shed his legs down but up he came this time for a lick. “Bad doggie,” I teased. He wasn’t being bad he was just being a dog. My dog and me, completely quiet and alone in my kitchen, only the sounds of panting and now it wasn’t just him breathing hard it was me too and I didn’t know what to do.All the humping, and feeling his long red dripping. I could see how the two broken branches aligned with the scars on my throat and temple. I hugged the tree like a hurtful lover and began to cry. For months I had fought back waves of self pity. I had struggled for strength, and I had shown strength to others, but in my heart I was not strong, not whole, not yet. I had left part of me here, beneath this tree, lying broken in the dirt. Turned from the tree and slowly spinning, I re-enacted my fall. I lowered myself to the ground and sat where I. She was asleep, but in between, so as my fingers went deeper inside of her, she moaned a soft moan, pushing back so I could finger her deeper. Mmm, feeling her tight pussy taking my fingers, feeling how smooth shaven she was and how wet. Suzette woke and told me how good it felt.. She said she loved being woken up like that and missed it.. "something she didn't get at home". So, I leaned in, kissed her back, then her neck, as I slowly slid my hard cock over her ass.. Suzette told me she loved. Come back here!" We'll be back," Jake told her. "Have yourself a drink while we're gone."The men's restroom was sparkling clean and smelled of lemons. Three tuxedoed men were standing around the sink as they entered, taking turns snorting cocaine from a small mirror. Jake recognized two of them: Michael Quinn, a teen heartthrob who had starred in numerous tough guy flicks, and Anthony Rentworst, a renowned director of such teen heartthrob movies. None of the three even looked up when the two.