I gave her a biscuit, “there’s a good dog”, I patted her head lovingly as she knelt there in the clothes id laid out for her on the marital bed,...a skimpy low cut top so it showed off her ample bust, short skirt to reveal her long slender legs and no knickers. Pushing her head down I said “drink”, she barked, lapped at the water in her favourite dog bowl and barked again as if to say thank you.Unbuckling my belt I fed it through the loops in my trousers and wrapped the buckle around my hand,. I got up and started walking toward the living room to relax, but when I got near the kitchen I heard a crashing sound. All thoughts left but one. Don’t be him! Please don’t be him! Dear God, don’t let it be him! I tried to run but it seemed my legs had roots instead of feet. My breathing seemed incredibly loud against the darkness, God help me. I leaned in trying to pinpoint the sound. I heard another rustling in the kitchen. I willed my feet to move but my stubborn fear held me to this spot.. The remainder of the trick in getting what you want is knowing exactly when to press those buttons.Without breaking his gaze, she held out her hand to Dark Wave. "Bottle."Taking a long slug of fizz and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she eyed Ryan, splitting her gaze between his face and cock. Still considering.He gave her a verbal nudge: "Just touch yourself. Inside your underwear."Another pull of the Dutch courage preceded a noisy breath. "I can't." Of course you can."Freckleface. I did get a chance to talk to Laura a bit and get caught up with how things were going. She’d won a couple of competitions but felt that she wasn’t making the kind of progress she needed to. She was thinking of switching to coaching and choreographing. She was working with a couple of young girls who were just learning to skate and was enjoying it. She planned to stay in Colorado, but she’d be moving to Denver if she decided to coach. She was still dating the same guy and because he was.