She did help me wash and watched as I douched and did the enema thing, not that I believed it would get all of King’s cum out of me, but at least I�...�d appear house trained and not drip everywhere I went.Once clean again we headed into the lounge area to relax, I was famished and delighted when Sue tossed me a menu and explained we could order anything on it from the Bar’s kitchen. Coffee helped as we waited for our food. We talked, but avoided anything to do with dogs, mostly we told each other. Now I tried forthe first time to calm myself. After a minute the tears let up. But evenwater resistant make-up only holds a certain amount of tears. In themirror I saw myself in the all too familiar raccoon Look.At that time my mother came to me. She looked at me, didn't say a word,but took me into her arms. This time it was not the warmth which drove meinto her embrace, but the search for a place of security.Now restrooms are unfortunately not very intimate places. Above allbecause many women. Jerry pushed her off, bent her over the couch arm and said I’m going to pound this pussy. He looked over at me as he made a show out of shoving his cock into Sharon’s pussy and then pulling it out repeatedly. Don’t that white boy fuck you lie this, he asked. Nobody fucks me like you do, Sharon replied. He reached down and pulled her arms back and used them as leverage to drive his cock even deep into her pussy. Soon she was cumming again this one a long loud moan that lasted for several. And he had to be pushing 40. His jet black hair was wet from the rain and pushed to one side. His jaw line was rugged with stubble and his beautiful eyes gazed at me, dark brown. The side of his mouth began to curl up confidently. “Hey,” he said, finally. I responded much more quietly than I had intended, “Hi.” “I’m Thomas. I just wanted to introduce myself.” I smiled back, “I’m Fawn.” He leaned his arm against the doorframe. “That’s a pretty name. Do you want to invite me in, Fawn?” This.