Her only problem was that she didn’t have a car to operate her little distribution of sexual favors from so she put her little boxer puppy in a baby...carriage and wheeled it down to the park to see the results.She noticed that there were a lot more males than females at the park and that they all seemed quite caught up in the seriousness of making contact for physical relaxation and the tingle that they all desired regardless of gender. Most of the females were operating out of the back of their. If he did? Before he chose he heard the door click behind him. Was his indecision truly his decision that he just couldn’t admit to himself. He looked at the woman who was on the floor, legs spread and on her knees. She smiled at him, her jet black hair draping her shoulders and covering her breasts teasingly. Her hands were tied together loosely. ‘I thought j would have my hands tied. But from what I see I’ll definitely need them.’ She smiled at Dan and extended her hand in his direction. I knelt on the couch, gripping the back ofthe couch with my hands and laying my head on the back of the couch in total anticipation of whatwas about to happen and I wanted it so bad. He rubbed my stockings and inner thighs. He pulled mysheer black panties aside and let my cock and balls out. He gently pulled my balls just a little and thestroked my cock and I began to moan. He liked the fact that I was so wet. I asked him to stopbecause I could cum any second. He played with my ass, grinding. “Drake!!!” “We shall meet again General. Ta ta for now!” “Drake!!!!” The General's scream went unanswered save for a faint echo of Drake's trademark chuckle. Napoleon Drake had slipped through his fingers. But at least the President was safe. As the credits rolled, Dylan turned his gaze from the laptop to look at Heather. “Well, what do you think?” “I love it. This plot arc is really really good, and the edit is on the money. For once there's really not too much to change.” Dylan's hand moved.