Miss C, her name because Jeffery had seen the letter C on her driver’s license while the rest of the letters were washed out from the reflected ligh..., was an avid book reader who normally spent thirty seven minutes in choosing her two books to read each week. One was usually of romance and the other usually fantasy, although she had chosen other genres as well. At two twenty-five Miss C stopped in front of the bookstore to scratch behind the ears of a mutt chained to a parking meter. She then. Dad says it isn't good for him." Right. So if he could have some milk now, it would be a real treat for him," Madge said, putting the milk and whipped cream down on the table next to the bed.Then, she sprawled naked on the bed next to the German Shepherd. Babs was still fondling his cock and balls."Yeah, it would be a treat all right," Babs said. "But why worry about food now? I mean, I thought we were gonna fuck with him!" Oh, Sis," Madge said with a little laugh, "sometimes you are so naive!. She reached down and covered his cock with her hand. She slid her small hand up and down his cock and smiled happily when she felt it grow larger through his slacks.“I’ll owe you one after work Daddy if you just give me a quick cunt-fuck now,” she said pleadingly, looking up into his face.Michael looked down at the hopeful look on his daughter’s face and quickly took her by the hand and pulled her to the kitchen table. He positioned himself behind her and put his hand on her back, forcing her. Anyways, I was given a free shot ticket for one 'Puckered Rosebud', a drink I had never heard of before.But I was not one to turn down a free drink and headed straight to the bar where a very beautiful blonde smiled, "First time here, sexy?" Is that what the bracelet symbolizes?" I asked."Yep," she nodded. "Are you from around here?" Canada, actually," I answered, already feeling my seduction today could be the bartender."Oh, well when in San Fran," she said, as she handed me a shot."What's in.