.. that was precisely what he wanted. To fuck himself.Impossible. It just plain couldn't be done. Taking his own slightly larger than average penis an... pulling it down and backwards, forcibly wrapping it around the bottom of his torso, pulling even harder... the dick head fell just short of reaching his asshole. Now the shaft was hardening pulling even farther away. Nope, no way. It was an impossible dream.Then, one night he dreamed... dreamed he was in an unfamiliar place, a dimly-lit booth or. "You WANT that one?" she asked. "Really? It's not embarrassing for you? Ithought I made a mistake getting you that. It looks like a dog bowl." But it has my name on it and I love that," I said.Then Randy said, "I thought the idea was that we didn't want to put hergarbage food on people plates, so we got her a special bowl just for her. Iwould feel too gross eating from a plate that had her stuff on it before,even if it was washed. Just like I wouldn't want to eat from a dish that adog ate. She starts to go faster, up and down and around swirling him around with her tongue and pumping his cock at the same time. He pulls her off kisses her hard and tells her its her turn. He lays her on her back head on his backpack. Tracing with his fingers up along her inner thigh , passing over her mound that has seeped her luscous liquid through her panties and on to her pants. He grabs them and pulls them off and brushes a finger on the outside of her lacy leopard print panties. Slipping one. ‘No way! That was all settled months ago!’ ‘Apparently not. Somebody is after your slice of the pie.’ ‘That can’t be!’ cried Noella. When is this bullshit going to stop! ‘Sorry Tony. I’m going to need make a call to my Lawyer.’ She quickly rang Steve and almost in tears she explained the situation. He told to stay calm and they would fix it. He asked to have all the letters faxed to him. Tony quickly faxed the letters to Steven. A couple of minutes later Noella’s phone rang. It was Steven. ‘Hi..