She knew well how it was with dogs, what kept them happy. Food first, then fucking. The food greased the fucking. Stand by your man, and all that shit... She had had a hard time at first explaining to her daughter why all that canned dog food was suddenly taking up shelf space in the pantry closet, when they didn’t have a dog. It didn’t take her daughter long to figure out the reason. That little bitch was too smart for her own good, as usual. Smart enough to be cool with it, which was a big. It could have been repainted any time after that. When the perp slid to a stop, he left a perfect footprint of the Goodyear tires." And how the hell do you know it was painted with stolen paint?" asked Jim, actually interested now."Because there were thick chips of bondo at the scene," said the tech. "The paint on those matched the transfer on the van that was hit. A body shop that used that much bondo was fly-by-night, or back alley, and wouldn't have paid full price for that kind of paint.. Kissing one of the desire-hardened nipples, he took it into his mouth, laying his warm, wet tongue under it as if he were testing the temperature of some succulent food, and then he licked wetly around it and closed his mouth to suck and nip it gently with his teeth."Oooohhh... that's..." She caught the words before they came out, trying to resist the growing excitement in her body. The pleasure from his teeth biting at her nipple seemed to travel down to the pit of her belly, and the fire. I love how you taste.”“You’re turning me on again Honey. How do you feel right now?” i asked“Horny” she giggled then. “Honestly. And don’t freak when I say this. But I feel as though I am on a Honeymoon and you took your virgin bride to sexual highs she never knew existed.”I did chuckle. “Nothing wrong with that. To me, you are a virgin, or at least were. I don’t care about your past. You are my first, and dare I say, only love for me.”“I like that” she replied. Then said, “Where do you see us.