I have highlighted them, but it still isn't that obvious. *(Name)* ==> means the story has switched perspective. Just informing, don't take any offenc... that I had put up this little warning.. :DCause, if you miss the POV switch, the story won't probably make sense.~~~*Enzo*Hands petted my golden-chocolate fur, yet tears fell from above and onto me. I whined. “Shh… Everything's fine, baby… I'm fine…” A woman whispered in a soothing tone. I pressed my muzzle to her lap, and turned my head to peer. "Yes it reminds me of the dark shroud Sidious used against us, but who could it be. Sidious is dead and his apprentice has not been seen in sometime." Windu said his eyes scanning their surroundings wary of what might be out there."Returned perhaps he has. Bode well for us it does not." Yoda replied also looking around.Sudden movement to the left on one of the other platforms caused Windu to focus on it, when he did his danger sense went off."Down!" Windu said diving for the ground.Yoda and a. Maybe, she reasoned, size isn't the only thing that matters.A man from England had a wonderful London accent. He said "My dear wench, I could shag you until my John Thomas falls off." It wasn't hard for her to guess what that meant. His piston-like movements slipped in and out of her like on a slide trombone. In the end, as he blasted into her, he sounded more like a wailing trumpet.There was the short man with a surprisingly large crooked cock reminding her of Vincent van Gogh. He didn't speak. I release the belt and the closure to the pants quickly, drawing the material aside to release the heavy lenght of your cock. You grimace as my lips move from your neck to your shoulder, then your chest. All you feel is the heat, the caress of my fingers and lips against your chest, your abdomen. My nimble little tongue dip into your belly button, then lick and stroke father down. I’m on my knees next to you, one hand, cupping your balls, the other gripping the hard lenght of your cock. I lean.