Rosco was still working hard at fucking her, and Betty showed more and more the effects of what the dog was accomplishing. She shouted, "OH, WHAT A GO...D FUCK! ROSCO, YOU ARE A WONDERFUL FUCKER! DON'T STOP! OH, PLEASE DON'T STOP! FUCK! FUCK! FUck! fuck! fu..." At this point, Betty seemed to run down and to have no more strength to babble.Grace said, "Rosco seems to be a good fucker. He just needs to learn how to get started. Well, we can handle that, or, I should say, Bruno can handle that."It. Running my hands up and down your back, pressing you even closer to me. I feel your hands pulling me into you and kissing me deeper. I hear your soft moans as your tongue invades my mouth and dances with mine. Slowly we work our way down to the forest floor and as we lay down side by side never breaking our kiss, I think how lucky I am to be here with you. Slipping my arm under your shoulder and cradling your head in the palm of my hand as we kiss. My body covers yours slightly. Your hands are. Except for the mask and green silky gloves, which he had thrown in the back-seat so he could drive, he was dressed perfectly as “The Joker” from The Dark Knight. She thought it funny that her gentle, caring boyfriend would want to dress as a maniacal terrorist. But he was so excited about the costume she didn’t have the heart to tell him that because of the movie and Heath Ledger’s death, she would bet one third of the partygoers would be dressed exactly the same. To tell the. She was one of only a few women who had accepted my “pitch” literally and made me honor it. But at least she had the compassion to recognize my needs and invite me back. As I had walked the few hundred feet from her house back to mine I could still smell her on my breath and by the time I was inside my cock was stirring literally in its own juices in my pants. I was humiliated at losing control but happy that I could honestly tell her today that I did not “touch myself”. I wasn’t sure what to.