Not really. But it was what drove love, our need for it, our joy in discovering it. The primal need to be with others of our kind, to be accepted – ...or survival. Survival of the individual and of the species. It was the long lost vestiges of the prehistoric human Pack instinct. That was why it had connected Tramp and I, how it had been able to. I had been trying to force my will into the dog and when I touched him, the like instincts, the kindred spirits, had been drawn together.This spirit now. She knew next to nothing about drinks and drinking, but she had seen her husband Tommy mix so many of these since she had known him that she had automatically made one for herself after deciding she needed something alcoholic to help calm her nerves. Her head was slightly dizzy from the second one she had drunk in the last half an hour since she had tried to call Tommy at school.Once again she reassured herself that it was Thursday and she hadn't made a mistake. This was the day that Tommy had. He relentlessly tongued and sucked at my cunt alternately flicking my clit with his tongue and sucking it up inside his mouth! I could feel the unmistakable urgings of my climax starting to build. My hands found the back of his head and I tried to guide him so as to help find my release. My other hand twisted the blankets as I cried out with one of the biggest orgasms I have ever had! I had never cum with a man going down on me before!At the same time I felt him tugging at the elastic again. Never mind I've got to live on peanuts until I'm 62. Hey, I've got something to play for you guys, Tom can you fire up your computer?" Will do." It was on standby so it was almost ready. I found my pants and fished around in the pocket for my thumb drive. I plugged it into Tom's machine and fired up the slide show I'd saved. It was a bunch of stills I'd grabbed from the photo sharing site, of men and women pissing. "Very funny, Pete, you saved that for when we all would want to go." One.