Whenever something bothers the dog, which is most usually in the middle of the night, he (or she) can usually be counted on to bring you out of a soun... sleep. All in all, I just did not want a dog, but Steph did and so we got a dog, a big Great Dane and she named it Max.Steph was a runner and she runs a good five miles a day, usually in the cool of the evening, and she would take the dog with her. She would usually be gone for an hour and forty-five minutes to two hours and that was what I. With each time, it became faster. Then he would run his fingertips ticklishly over my lower body."You are driving me nuts," I said."Good," Jacob said.He lowered his head to my hard shaft. His tongue seemed to beg to taste me. I ached for him. He took my cock in and out of his mouth. I could feel him circle the head, then slide wetly down to the base. I gasped for air. I couldn't stop what I was feeling. There was only pleasure now. Sucking madly and touching my balls and inner thighs was all I. . Can I borrow some butter please?" I said."Sure. Hold on just a second" she said with a smile.She turned around and walked into her kitchen. I saw her beautifully shaped body, so perfect; walk through her living room into the kitchen, her beautifully round hips swayed as she glided into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and grabbed a stick of butter from the door and shut the fridge. Turning back to me, she smiled and walked back through the living room, and over to me. She was wearing a. He was trying to keep from getting too hard. He startled when he heard her sweet voice call out to him, “M-Mitch? Are you alright?”“Yeah,” he said the word clipped and tone rough, aroused. His cock started to rise, despite his best efforts, in his pajama bottoms. She gave him a confused look. “You don’t seem alright.”“Christ, Erica, I’m horny okay.”“Because I had an accident? That turns you on?” she asked, with a twisted expression on her face, that Mitchell tried not to read as disgust.“Well,.