But we have some unfinished business between us first, and we need this out the way before we can move on to being like that with each other.”He was...intrigued by this unpredictable woman, and had no idea what she had in mind. Her eyes suddenly narrowed, glinting dangerously, and she said, “Just because you’ve collared me, doesn’t mean I’ll submit to you willingly.”With sudden understanding, he knew exactly what she was talking about. She tilted her head up proudly and stubbornly, a defiant. I look for a man who is married, and not very good looking and as if he has not been laid in a long time. Now I do not want to know their name or their k**s, wife, job or even hear about their dog. I just want a big gooey load delivered in my pussy. So I will just walk up and tell them that I am mad at my husband and would like to give them a blow job to get back at him. What loser would turn down a BJ from a good looking mature woman so we end up in the parking lot or up in their room. I have. Of course it always happened in October to November and I gloried in being able to watch this wonderful display of nature on my doorstep. Often the encounters would entail a lot of clashing and locking of their splay of antlers, then seemingly an amicable split as they compromised. But I had read that they would sometimes fight to a death.Meanwhile the delicate little does, all presumably in heat, with those fine heads and attractively coloured rumps, with their black stripes and flickering. “Not sure,” you replied. “You said, ‘I wish you could just flick your fingertip over my clit while telling me a fantasy, that sounds yummy’.” “Ah yes, hearing you say it now made me have butterflies. Look how hard my nipples are.” I looked and indeed they were hard. I leaned over, and took one nipple in my mouth and ran my tongue around it, while running my hand over your tummy, and down to the edge of your panties. I recognized their feel. “Mmm, the lacy black panties that I love. I love.