"I can picture that. 'Good morning, Sandy. I'd like the Whitman Sampler, a pack of Juicy Fruit, a dozen Trojans, lubricated with reservoir tip, and a ...ube of Analease, please', and she'd say, 'Here you go, and say Hey to Jeanine for me.' with a big grin on her face." Jeanine's blush could get deeper. Sandy was a casual acquintance and not renowned for her discretion.I remembered something I'd read. "I'm not even sure Analease is what we want. I think we need something else. You were right about. She wanted him to pinch them harder.He did. And then he started using them as handholds, to bounce her up and down on his dick.The pain was exquisite. It ran through her whole body, starting with her tits as he jerked her upwards by them, then pulled her back down, and travelling through her belly and into her cunt and ending with a *thump* as her cunt slammed into his balls, and then back up to her exposed breasts for another round. Her mouth opened into a wide "O" of surprise and lust, and. We went to the store, picked up some groceries and headed to his house. He said to put the bag in the guest room and get ready for dinner. After eating he asked me what I wanted to do, I smiled and went to the guest room and stripped down, then returned. He turned around when I came in the kitchen and looked at me. With a big smile he said I missed that little dick of yours. He held out his arms, I stood in front of him and he hugged me. He rubbed my back and slid his hand down and squeezed my. God willing.I showered, shaved carefully, dressed, breakfasted on coffee and a slice of toast, and headed outside again. Naturally, two minutes after I declared the yard a poop-free zone, I had to fetch a bag to pick up the latest offering. Just as nature abhors a vacuum, dogs somehow manage to summon up just a little bit more as soon as they see a pristine lawn. I had to laugh. I swear Max was gloating. You know that prideful way dogs scratch at the grass with their back legs? No sign of shame.