.. ?”“Yes my wife died of cancer eight years ago, and I lived alone until I found Rambo about a year ago.”“Yes I met him when Angela brought h...m home the other day ... what a lovely friendly dog. I used to have one when I was at home before David and I got married, but he’s not into dogs. I did ask him if we could get one a couple of times, but he said because we’re both out at work all day it’s not fair to leave it all alone.”Angela and Rambo were very quiet as he was usually bounding around,. With my tantalizing your breasts, I was getting excited also, my cock hardens in my pants and I noticed that your hand reaches out and grasps it and then squeezes it. I begin to unbutton your shirt more until I can spread your shirt open and expose your naked breasts. I adjust my position so that am on my side and lean forward and I lightly begin to lick your nipples until both are fully coated with my saliva, then I tenderly bite them and cause you to squeak out in surprise, then your grasp on. ‘I’m not sure why I did, to be honest,’ Amy replied. I escorted her to the living room and she took a seat on the sofa. I had two choices – sit next to her, or on an overstuffed chair adjacent to the sofa. Both pieces of furniture were oriented to the plasma screen in the entertainment center placing them awkwardly for conversation. So I did not sit down. ‘Martini? Glass of wine? Something else?’ She sighed. ‘I haven’t had a martini in years. Why not? Sure. I’ll have one if you are. I feel. I humped wildly against his fingers and hand. “Oh god, Oscar… don’t stop… please… oh god… right there… oh fuck…” I moaned loudly as I completely lost control of myself. Oscar, sensing my impending orgasm started fingering me with a violent abandon. He plunged his fingers deep inside me. pressing firmly against my uterine wall. "Irene, tell me that you'll dance with other men tomorrow... that you'll let them touch you." All I could do was moan, but Oscar wanted me to say it. "Tell me you'll do.