He laughed. All of you ladies will be dog britches before the day is over. It didnt take long for the dogs to each choose a bitch and separate her fro... her others. June was backed in to a corner of the compound. Her assailant was a large young tan Mastiff. He nosed her hands apart and attacked her young cunt with gusto. Each time June tried to turn away he growled. Gripping the wire of the fence the frightened girl whimpered and pressed herself as deep in the corner of the fence as she could.. I think she just wants to brag to her friends that I played with you.” Mrs. Marvel? I was having a hard time processing this. I hadn’t really paid attention to her but now that I thought about it, she was pretty good looking. Like an older and mature Cindy. She did have a nice smile and... She’s married! Her son is a year older than me and plays on the basketball team. And her other son is about Pey’s age. And her daughter is my... No. Wait. Shit. Her daughter isn’t my anything. I’m her. "Once the FIBS was on, Robert opened the browser in the Head's Up Display (or HUD) and began the diagnostics routines. While waiting for the 'nostics to finish running, and with half an eye on the output log, he logged into the 'Net and into the foyer for his ISP. The logo floated in 3-D while he waited for it to authenticate and authorize his login. His mail queue was nearing quota, but that wasn't why he was there. He really needed to get home, and he needed to get home now!Elise was sitting. I breathe a heavy sigh, almost in relief, as we get further away from the pub and it is just Emmy and me walking alone. We shoot each other a look and and a smile.“Alright, Humph?” Emmy asks.“Yes, Emmy, although I have a rather cold crotch!” I jest, highlighting the cooling breeze on the front of my damp jeans.“Well, I look forward to thawing you out when we get back to yours!” Emmy says enthusiastically. “Have we come the right way?” she asks.“Yes, I just wanted to come back the secluded route.