At some point I relaxed back, putting more of my weight directly on my crotch and suddenly all those feelings and sensation jumped up a couple of gear... and I head myself squeak or gasp or moan, or some girlish mixture of all three and from then I was completely lost to the feelings coming from between my legs through my whole body, and my hips took control with a mind of their own and I was just along for the rollercoaster ride!I don't have a clear recollection of what happened from then on. I. He came off, sat down for a fag and didn’t care about me or my feelings. I got a vibrator and used that and then I said I’d had enough and off he popped. That was over six months now and you can bet I was changing batteries every week!Now here I was, absolutely alone, wondering about break-ins but with a guard dog, a Pointer, with a pointie dripping dick at my leg and he was sliding along, that tongue lolling to one side, me patting his head, thinking of his long red hot doggie dick and. I decided to read French Literature at King’s College in London. I couldn’t wait to get away from Norwich, which I thought was pretty boring, and live in swinging London. “London, and especially the university scene, in the early 1970s was a lot different than today. Unless you were a real geek, no one seemed to study much. Although I loved French literature and I actually went to some classes, I was more interested in wearing the shortest possible dresses, smoking the best weed I could find. ” She nodded.Misty said, “I can shoot, Taylor.”“Okay, I’ll give you my pistol. I have another in the truck. I don’t expect trouble but don’t want us to be innocent victims.”She nodded. I opened a storage door and reached inside. I pulled two pistols out with extra magazines for each. “The holster will slide on your belt. They’re loaded with one in the spout.”Misty gave me a sharp look. “You are ready.”“An emergency is not the time to be loading your gun much less looking for bullets if that’s.