“Man, you gotta be careful. Don’t go fallin in love with a stripper.” “I told you not to talk about her like that. Anyway, how'd it go with Je...n last night?” I asked, changing the subject. “Ah that chick’s frigid, or a dyke. I’m done with that.” “What? I thought she was totally into you last night,” I said, confused. “Nah, we went to breakfast. Then started to make out in the parking lot, and she was just like no, I don’t wanna and took off,” he explained. “Huh, that sucks. So what’s up. She washed immaculately the insides of her thighs and buttocks, vaguely reluctant to wash away the white crust from her matted pussy hair. As her fingers moved up and down cleansingly within the warmth of her narrow sexual furrow, the vision she had had of Handsome in her dream returned most strongly.She visualized the big German shepherd's snout pushed down between her hairless young thighs, his enormous tongue lapping thirstily at the flooded outskirts of her burning young pussy, her pink. One peculiar thing though: I would have thought being in here for almost 2 weeks, I would have grown a decent beard. Granted, I only normally had to shave every other day, but still. My facial hair was almost sparse.I had planned on getting my hair cut the day after my expedition because it had been getting a little long. Now it was growing at a pretty good clip. It always seemed to grow quickly, but now was at the base of my neck in the back and was to the bottom of my nose in the front. This. Showing off the fake tits I bought her to another man. In our house no less,” he looked past the phone and into Jennifer’s round, petite face as his cock was stroked, “Grab it with the other hand and spit on it, then rub it in.” She obeyed, rubbing it slowly onto the top half while biting her bottom lip. The base of his mushroom shaped head was circled with a thumb and then the top and urethra. Another trail of spit strung over it as she sat up and delivered.“Is that good?” she asked looking up.