I could hardly wait to put it on her, to rub it hard, and to put it in her and thrust, to rut on her. I moved my hand up toward her center but I detou...ed at the very last moment. I heard a “mmrph” sound when I did that and I watched her butt cheeks tense.She wanted my hand, she wanted something, between her legs. I’m not sure she cared that much what it was. This time, when I returned I didn’t turn away, and my fingers found her wet, her pubic fur matted when I went all the way between her legs. "I saw the same look last weekend." You will see the same thing this weekend," Regan promised. "My doctor's appointment tomorrow is for the birth-control shot. I wanted you to understand that I hope our relationship moves in that direction very soon. We're being honest with each other and I wanted you to know." I don't want to rush things," Andy said. "I also don't want that to be the entirety of our relationship. I've been that route and it doesn't end well." It won't be," Regan promised. "I. .-HerrOttoFlick, U.K., December 2016(Author's P.S.: To get a more immersive experience when writing, I like to listen to themed music, which I highly reccomend you do as well- for this story I listened mainly to a compilation of Ennio Morricone's theme music, a live album of the Spaghetti Western Orchestra, and my own playlist of Western cinema scores, all of which can be found online. It really helps me get in the mood, so do give it a go!)(Author's P.P.S: The more astute readers may notice. It makes me smile. To me, you are just s beautiful first thing in the morning with no make up as you are when you spend hours getting ready to go out. But I really appreciate all the painstaking effort. When I arrive, I enter the house quietly in order to surprise you. The house is surprisingly still. Not a sound. Your car is in the driveway, so I am pretty sure you are home. Unless you have gone out with a friend. Oh, well. I walk down the hall toward the bedroom. As I near the bedroom I am.