Yes, I know that logic is by its very nature above personal issues, but you do NOT use it on a girl. They don't appreciate logic, hate it being forced...on them, and nearly always take your use of it as a very personal insult. Hence if you do accidentally breach Rule#1, Rule#2 is to apologize profusely.)So I jumped to my feet, saying, "Thank goodness you're back. I was getting worried that I was running out of time and I'd have to choose what to wear myself. Quick, tell me what I should. Misty followed Brandi’s example, kneeling on the blanket and resting on her elbows. Rebecca stood behind Misty and began to stroke Hobbit's growing penis. There was a moment of 'I don’t believe this is happening' before Misty felt the furry front legs of the Australian Shepherd grip her ribcage. She also felt the hard penis slap the crease between the orbs of her ass. Instinctively, she bucked forward as the penis almost slid into the tight bud of her ass. There was a soft squelch as Hobbit's. Inside the crotch was a liner that kept her pussy from showing even with her legs spread widely. That was great because she was going commando. She pulled a new shirt over her head. It didn’t do anything to hide her tits. If they weren’t showing through when she had it tight against her chest, the big arm and neck holes would give an unobstructed view.Well her tits don’t have any tan lines, so why not show them off. Let people look. It’s not like we are modest.She was giving me a huge grin when. Her perfect heart shaped but was one of the things years of softball through high school had helped her achieve. She realized it was nine o’clock before she watched the men walk out of store. She liked that her butt had gotten the attention of the men but didn’t like that they kept staring when she had caught them checking her out. She felt disrespected. She locked the door behind her, said goodnight to all her co-workers before she walked to her SUV. It was getting colder than what she was.