I remember the hours we would chillout in the bedroom we shared listening to music and playing video games. It was a sweltering night and the only thi...g that we had to curb the heat was a little old fan, not long after we had gone to bed for the night a terrible thunderstorm rocked the house, it sounded as if boulders were falling on the roof, unbeknownst to me thunder and lightning scared Andy something awful. In the past when this would happen he could always find comfort sharing the bed with. ..” Then turning to her husband, “Can’t wait, can we?”Charley turns to camera and speaks directly to our audience at home. “Of course, Sammy can’t change her life without the help of a very special co-star, and we’ve got just the dog to help her...”We cut to a mini-highlight reel of a sleek black Doberman approaching women, licking their faces, licking between their legs, mounting them, fucking them ... It’s Casanova. This time there’s no familiar voice-over from his owner Denis, who barely. My name's Richard." Richard." Right. Sherry's worried about you but I'm here now and you're going to be all right." Fat chance. I'm a fat old broad and I'm all fucked up." She mumbled. More to herself than to me, I think.Fat? That little pot belly looked more like the start of malnutrition than gluttony. "Have you eaten anything today, Vicky?" Coffee. Lousy. Instant. Just got up, y'know." Vicky, it's 7:30 at night. You just got up?" Yeah, so what? Nobody cares if I'm awake or asleep." Sherry. Her name was Simran. She was 21 yrs old and had a well-maintained figure. I always used to stare at her boobs and dreamt of fucking her. I always guessed about her milky boobs and her pussy. I always felt how lucky her boyfriend would have been. Though I used to feel her softies by hugging her but social obligations were always a barrier for me to have sex with her. Days passed by and one fine day I got a mail from a girl and I asked her for her photo. To my surprise she was Simran. She said.