”“You are, uh...” she started, searching for words, “Well, I’d call you hairy but it wouldn’t do justice to how much hair you have.”“Y...ah, they used to call me Mr. Bear,” he said with a smile.She came over to him and held him. It was soft and sweet, friendly and caring. She didn’t want him to think that it was all about sex for her, either. She wanted so much more than that from him. She didn’t want to have sex so much as make love, over and over, for hours at a time. For her, what had. How many times have you wanted to put it in my ass, hey?? she said as she picked up an ugly looking dildo.?I know, but you never let me, did you?? I argued.?Okay. If you really don’t want to perhaps we should call it all off,? she said pulling away.?But you said you would take my cage off today,? I sulked.?Oh, for Gods sake John, you want it all ways. Don’t you think you’re being a bit selfish. If you really want you’re cock free for an hour you have to earn it,? she said coldly. She pushed. We’ve been ... hiding down here. I think some of that is due for a change.” She stood up while I remained sitting. The sight of her bare ass next to my face was too much, so I leaned over and gave her a big kiss on her left butt cheek.“I have to be very careful, Gwen McNamara. I could find myself falling in love with you. You’re bright, caring, a leader, and you’re beautiful.”I heard the change in tone in her voice with her response to me. “I know you have other things to do in the. 'I thought that it was your turn to make up the rules. And you choose to go for a picnic?'I open up the picnic basket and remove a bottle of champagne and two flutes, handing you the glasses. As quietly as I can I pop the bottle, smiling as a red admiral butterfly flutters past. I pour two glasses of fizz and then remove something else I have packed in the picnic basket. I show it to you and your eyes open wide. 'A camera?''I want to take photos of you. 'You down your glass in one gulp and.