We bathed both horses once we got there and I spent all morning drying and brushing them. Gypsy was a big cat and just nuzzled against my arm the whol... time I was within reach. That old girl is such a love. But it was obvious that she loves Rhonda just as much—or more, since I'd been gone most of the summer. Princess, on the other hand, was a princess. If I stopped brushing her, she'd turn and give me a nudge. It was like she was telling me, 'you missed a spot, ' and making me go do it right.. He would softly touch my hair and face while I sucked and played with him. I would get excited when his dick would produce precum and grandpa would tell me it was his dick's way of rewarding me for taking good care of it. Grandpa used to like to shove his cock deep in my mouth when he came, but once he realized how much liked the taste of his cum he started pulling back so just his cock head was in my mouth and he would blow his load while I tried to swallow it. Then he would have me clean all. Our waitress brought her head forward again and French kissed Glenda deeply on the mouth. As I sat transfixed watching this awesome display, our waitress spoke to Glenda telling her how much she loved the taste of her pussy and how much more she would like to do to her, if Glenda was willing. At this time Glenda was totally exposed and without concern to the rest of the club patrons. To my surprise I watched as Glenda reached out and fondled the waitress’ tits and told her she was so turned on. The dog prints must have been made by Hans, she reasoned. They were too big to belong to any other dog in the neighborhood. But what about the shoe prints? Could they have been made by the person who took Hans? Angela wondered excitedly. Almost without realizing it, the bereaved young wife had drifted away from the gate, walking down the road following the prints. Yes -- yes... Hans' prints continued on besides those others, there was no doubt of it now. Looking up, Angela found herself already.