“Yes boy I know what you want” I said and leaned on the bench. It had gotten to the point where he no longer needed a pat on the head. He knew wha... to do, what I wanted. I giggled as his nose pushed between my thighs. “Yes boy, give your bitch some tongue” I said. But I was too horny to delay any longer. Dropping to my knees he knew very well what this bitch wanted. Mounting me and finding his target he gave me what I wanted, what I craved, a good hard doggy fuck.We were still at it when. He seemed exceedingly kind and patient: he would read and respond to my little teenage self-absorbed rants. He was so logical in his approach to life that it was a relief to me, as I felt so much emotion that had no direction and being given a logical explanation for how I felt at times was exactly what I needed. But he was always withdrawn in some way. He didn’t trust me, even though I close to trusted him completely at an emotional level. In one letter I glimpsed the first real emotion – he. Lynn suggested that we shower and then get in the hot tub. It was a good suggestion. We had a relaxing couple of hours—with a lot of charged talk and some petting and teasing—before heading back to bed, armed with refilled glasses of wine, to watch Jay Leno's monologue before getting back to some action.Between the relaxation of my multiple orgasms, the heat of the Jacuzzi, and too much wine, I was really blitzed by that time. I assumed that Ben and Lynn were in the same state but I hadn't. He left the townhouse by the front door and wandered down to Mike'sCorolla. There was nothing in it except the registration papers. As heclosed the door to the car he saw a curtain move in the window of ahouse across the street. God he loved nosey neighbours! He walked overto the house and knocked on the door. He produced a fake police ID andheld it up when a little old lady answered the door."Hello; I'm Detective Constable Ward and I was wondering if you couldanswer a few questions for.