Scrawled along the margin of one of the address pages was ‘M/C 4828′ and an 800 telephone number.’ ‘You dumb bastard,’ she snickered. ‘I�...�ve been trying to figure out your pin number for months.’ Pulling a tattered credit card receipt from her purse, she was elated to see that the credit card number and expiration date were still legible. Steve had been cajoled into buying her some sexy lingerie at Victoria’s Secret awhile back and she’d snagged the receipt before he’d noticed. Now she had all. I was tangled in my undershorts but we managed. “Mmmm, so that is how they look all grown up. Feels bigger than my ex-boyfriend’s.”“Didn’t you see his?”“We did it in his car in the dark and not even undressed. It didn’t last very long either.”We got naked and I explored her now-womanly parts. There was no belly swelling noticeable yet. I was fascinated by the fur above her slit as well as her small but distinct breasts. All that had not been there before, nor my pubes either. She moved down and. Since I had gotten in the habit of slinging it muzzle down, this brought the muzzle forward, and I allowed my right hand to rest lightly on the receiver. "Well, there might be a little bit of a problem there." Problem?" the voice was no longer amiable, and the way his men had spread themselves out spelled trouble. "What kind of problem?" The, uh, packages, I'm sorry to say," I tried to sound apologetic, but he wasn't buying it, "are no longer in the cave." No longer in the cave? Perhaps you. She had a dogs tongue on her before and knew how good this was going to feel and she'd get a great orgasm out of it. She kicked the thong away and lay on the floor. She raised her knees and spread her legs as the Doberman watched and sniffed the air."Go on Bruno, go get it boy," the landlord urged the dog. Bruno stepped forward and dipped his nuzzle into her crotch, taking a deep sniff and then licked her slit from her asshole to her clit, spreading her lips as he went. Ms Americana grabbed her.