But I never tell my friends how beautiful they are, they wouldn’t understand. Instead, I took a sip of my coffee, just black coffee: no sugar, no m...lk, no cream. You see, a true lover of coffee likes his coffee straight and bitter. I guess you could say that about a true lover of life, too. ‘Her name was Meg. She was really rad and had this really strong aura about her. We’d go camping on Mount Ranier and just sit out nights looking at the stars. We talked about all sorts of trippy stuff,’ I. Then the dog turned its attention to another part of my anatomy and my cunt was invaded by that questing member. Despite my initial horror, I quickly discovered that the sensation was a most pleasurable; true, Brutus lack the finesse and forward planning of many of my human lovers, but the length and texture of his probe made up for that and it wasn't long before I was getting rather moist and starting to groan slightly. Glancing to one side, I could see Arthur standing there with what could. Wieso duzt er mich eigentlich? Als ich nicht reagiere, packt er mich am Arm, zieht mich hinter sich her. Sein Griff ist hart und fest. Die Masse seines Körpers tut das seinige dazu. Ich stolpere hinter ihm her. Er bugsiert mich durch eine kleine Tür am Rande der Stallungen. Schreibtisch, Akten, abgewetzte Ledersessel und ein Sofa. „Was möchtest du trinken?“, will er wissen. Ich schüttele den Kopf. „Nichts“, sage ich pampig. Langsam werde ich wirklich wütend. Ich will weg, aber er versperrt mir. He thinks to himself, ‘I’m the luckiest guy in the world, married to someone so sexy!’ He walks up behind her and wraps his arms around her, giving her the glass of champagne. Her skin feels so good and hot. They walk back to the table and start to feed the chocolate covered strawberries to each other. They take the steps down into the hot tub, and start to kiss. Both of their hands start to wander a little bit, and his fingers trace along the sides of the top of her bikini, brushing along the.