Please! For the love of God..." Then the huge animal actually began to weep.At this Barbara dropped to her knees. Although she knew absolutely nothing...about large animals — least of all, Royal Bengal tigers — she certainly recognized a female trying to protect her mate.Putting her arms around the tigress's neck she whispered, "Hi, I'm Barbara Sloan. Who are you? Will you be my friend... ? And maybe tell me what's going on?"As she held the animal in her arms she could feel her shaking like a. ..gush after gush the climax continuesi feel like my whole body is being drained....your wet red hungry lips continue to take my juices....a trickle of the white liquid escapes your mouth running down onto your chin...i take you by the shoulderspulling you up to me...and kissing you deeply...removing the last drop of seed form your chin...our kiss continues your hips straddle my thighs.i can feel the heat form your love triangle...as you push your hips down against my semi erect penis... i push. We stowed the provisions we brought aboard and I set about showing Sue the various lockers where life-vests, sails, lines, winch handles and such are located. I then started the engine to maneuver us around other boats and into the Intracoastal Waterway and headed us south. As we were puttering along through the no-wake zone, I placed a call to Marie, my wife, to tell her that I had crew on board (just in case of malicious gossip), and gave her Sue’s name and phone number. Happily for me, my. I so willingly got into the car, thinking my role as the victim was watertight. I felt now to have walked straight into the belly of the beast. ‘You’ve got to have a name,’ he continued to smile that irritating smile. I kept up my act of being victimized until I felt him reaching for my purse, trying to take it from my chest. ‘I’m sure there’s a license or something in there,’ he went on, forcing me at last to give in to protect the contents of my purse. ‘Angel,’ I told him through my fake.