Could feel the heat of it as it throbbed against my trackies and my top. This lad was absolutely gorgeous. Could just about see his blue eyes through ...is dark floppy fringe. My own cock was getting boned up in my trackies. I wasn’t sure if he could feel it.I’d seem the way those mosher boys were always hugging each other. They were always gangs of ‘em hanging round the fountain in Bridge Street and they were always hugging each other. I just wanted to give him a nice big hug and a kiss but I. "The girl inside the dog barked and whimpered as she was being talked toby the dog in her body...she wanted so badly to talk but couldn't anylonger. Just barks came out. She looked down at her paw and moved it inthe dirt beside the park bench nearby...and started spelling out.... "H EL P M E, I M C A S." At that point in spelling, the girl found she nolonger remembered how to write...her memories were being replaced withthose of growing up as puppy, then becoming a dog; being fixed at thevet so. Is she perfect? Pretty much, yes. We're now married, just a few months ago, and after a particularly energetic fuck, we were snuggled there in one another's arms, enjoying the afterglow and started to ask each other what really turned the other on. "Oh, it sounds silly, but sometimes when you walk around in your boxers and have your semi-hard cock hanging out the opening, well, it's crazy but I get so wet and horny I've got to have it right then." "Hmm, I'll remember that, should come in handy.. Since it was my fault (not sure I quite understood that bit) I could do the hard work.I say the broad gist because it was sometimes quite hard to make out his exact meaning in between the various expletives.We talked through Mandy's likely whereabouts. Harry's view was that her flat was the best bet — he was fed up with trying to find good pick up points in airports and the muzak in Heathrow Terminal 3 drove him mad. He also "suggested" that I could make up for the fact that I'd obviously.