Oliver turned and waved as he left with his creel of fish. Glen waved back and watched him go. He had hoped to talk with Oliver a little more, but he ...nderstood that the man had to go to work. He turned to Sandra and asked, “Tell me about you and them.”Sandra asked, “What? Are you jealous?”Glen laughed and answered, “Jealous? No. I’m just curious when you could have met them. You were around here all of the time.”Sandra laughed and said, “Silly, they used to get their stuff from the grocery. Just toss a slab of raw meat in his cage. In the morning, ride him to work like a mule. No. Mules are impotent vegetarians. He eats meat. I think we have discovered a whole new breed of carnivorous jackass. Scientists all over the world would be willing to kill for the opportunity to dissect his dead body. Even the masculine scent of his flatulence draws flies to him like girls. There must be something dreadfully wrong with you, Jennifer, that keeps your clothes from falling off in his. Just so long as they have some clothing on the cops do not hassle them. “Heck,” Holly said. “Last year there was a gal that wore nothing but paint on her body and shorts. It was a Wonder Woman paint job.”“Was she as well endowed as Lynda Carter is?” Keith asked from the back, earning him a slap on the chest. “More!” Holly replied and giggled. “She must have been a Double D at least!”“Well, both of them certainly have more than this Linda does,” my sweetie said with a giggle.“That’s OK baby,” I. "Mmm," she murmured in her throat. Her eyes were wide and dilated and her lips parted. "My man." My Ebony Eyes," I choked out." Always, love," she whispered, kissing me again.She got down on her knees and licked around my bellybutton, making me squirm. Then she untied my shoes and I stepped out of them, freeing her to undo my pants, licking each inch of skin as it was revealed.Finally I was as naked as she was and she was staring at my cock. It throbbed and bobbed in front of her and she looked.