I make sure she hears me approaching. She looks at me briefly, her eyes blurred with tears, and nods. She turns away. I come closer, slowly, and wrap ...y arms around her. I have her arms in an ‘X’ pattern and I hold them there. I hold her close to me as she cries. She can’t move, and she continues to bawl in my arms. She probably saw a photo, a post, some sort of trigger. Or she could have just been thinking about high school, about him, about all the different ways he touched her, about all the. He pressed up against her, closing his eyes for a moment and wagging his tail happily. Then she could feel his cock, feel what was making the pooch so damned happy! His prick - nice and hot and hard, rubbed up against her turned-up ass."Bodego... ohhh... Ohhhhhhh!"Her cunt felt hard, almost as hard as his prick, as the wild animal began lowering his hindquarters, dipping his cock-meat into her cunt-hole. Images ran through her head, of dogs fucking in packs, as she babbled with excitement. He. The near term was more profitable than it would be otherwise. The problem lay in the increasing-price system that came from traditional openings.Which was the reason I was so pleased when I met Joseph Pound. He introduced himself without mentioning his business and asked me to talk about my work. From my earlier attempts to put sold stickers on my paintings, my hyperbole had been honed to perfection. At the time, two paintings still needed buyers, so I was loquacious.Pound, I guessed, was sixty. I asked her where she was leaving in the middle of cutting vegetables. She told me that she is gonna take bath. Then she left. I saw her ass swaying like a swing in the c***dren park. Few minutes later, she walked past me with a towel around her shoulder.I saw her going to the bathroom. For few minutes, there was a huge debate going on in my mind. I was waiting for this moment since the day I saw her half-naked body but I wasn’t ready. I got nervous and scared as I have never fucked anyone.