She was my first. Every now and then she pops in and says hi. I still miss her. And the fun we had together. Blacknylons1 – I looked at the pape... in my hand once more and then back at the large glass building in downtown London. I was at the right place. The temp agency sent me here for the next two weeks, to fill in as a typist for someone anmed – a quick glance at my paper – Shirl. I took a step away from the cab and headed towards the door and the new building.The doorman directs me. These were oneof the best parts of sleeping over Grampa's house, he must have gave thebest back rubs. Hows he so good? I have no idea, but he gives the kind thatyou get tingles down your back and goose bumps on your arms and legs. Afterabout 10 minutes he started to down on my lower back towards my butt I madea great long, relaxing moan as he started to slide his index finger up anddown the crack of my butt. With each up and down stroke he was gettingcloser to my anus. It was an amazing. I instantly knew what was coming, but I managed to hold out long enough for the two studly equines to overcome their initial fear and slowly, carefully approach me. The closer they got, the more aroused I got. By the time they reached the fence, reality had faded and an identical fantasy world had taken its place. I soon discovered that in this world, animals could talk. At least these stallions could. What are you doing here? asked one of the two studly animals as he came to a stop mere inches. “Um…you must be Cameron?” a nervous voice says, and I look over, staring straight into the bluest eyes I have ever seen.I shake my head, realizing I was right. It was Brock. Pictures did this guy no justice. I stammer “H-h-hiii!” I laugh nervously and extend my hand. “Nice to meet you!”I order some coffee and we make some small talk as we sit at a round table. Every time he smiles I get butterflies. Its so strange. We talk for hours, then realizing the time, make out way out to the cars to go.