Just not dogs. What made this a real problem was that she was studying to be a vetrinarian, and this is what was keeping her up late for so many night... since September, much like tonight.She was nineteen, currently in her first year in university, a pleasant girl if a bit shy, with a peach, easily flushed complexion, especially around the cheeks, which were topped with freckles. Her voice wasn't shrill, but panicky, fluttery and small when she spoke, but when she was silent her habit was to. As he moved the rippled ridge of his back moved like a wave from his head to his tail. I was fascinated by him, but I noticed that the smallest ones had a more pronounced rippled ridge on their backs and as my gaze wondered from one to another I noticed that the ridge seemed to get smoother as the animals got bigger.A little while later I could see another of the larger creatures through the mirror over the pond, moving down from the vine where he had been attached to a tit but the tit it had. ”She rang off, and I looked at the phone. Sometimes the simplest of things can bring great joy.The Law of Unintended Consequences kicked in with a vengeance. Colin left me a message to check yesterday’s edition of the London Times. There, on the front page, was the Queen, holding the portrait I’d done of her and her dog from thirty years ago. The story was ten columns long, singing my praises. It was almost embarrassing. It got worse when the Queen said she’d allow both paintings to be shown in. Taking the hint, I moved my lips too her pussy, first licking just the outer lips. As soon as my tongue touched her, her mouth replaced her hand around my cock, and she started moving vigorously up and down. Licking up her slit from her hole to just below her clit, she moaned into my cock, nearly sending me over the edge. Wanting to make her cum as soon as possible, I sucked her clit between my lips and started lightly bitting it, eliciting more moans from Alanna. Moving from her clit back down.