Jerry sighed. Sam had been fantastic, and Jerry had gotten a first-class education in woman-to-woman sex.He heard a small whimper, and he glanced to ...he end of the bed. Lady had her head perched on the bed, and if dog's eyes could express any emotion, Jerry guessed that Lady was one very unhappy dog. King was asleep; from the noise of the dogs, King had humped Lady numerous times while Sam and Jerry had been pleasuring each other.Sam stirred, purring as she awakened. "Mmmm," she mumbled as. It wouldn't have surprised me if he got the idea for the typewriter from his new friends on a mailing list he joined a few months ago. It consisted of a few dozen dominants who shared tips, stories and techniques with each other. He must have told them a bit about me, and how I used to aspire to being a writer. While I'd always wanted a supportive boyfriend to encourage my creative side, this wasn't what I'd had in mind."One last thing," said Mark, reaching into our blanket box. My eyes widened. He’s cooler than her, but he’s full of himself as well.Me: Yeah. Noticed that too!Anna: So you and Chloe. How are you getting along?Me: We’re getting along well! Really good!Anna: That’s great.Suddenly because of my tipsiness due to beers, I lost my balance and fell on the ground from the top bunk.Me: Ahhhh!Anna: Oh my! Are you ok?Me: And this is why I wanted the bottom bunk!Anna: Hahaha! Did you hurt yourself?Me: No. I don’t think so.Anna: Do you want to switch bunks tonight?Me: It’s alright.. Amy had been left alone for the weekend while herparents travelled to New York for a city break. Amyhad been alone before and never felt afraid.Especially when she had her beautiful big Dalmatiancrossed with Great Dane, Bart, to protect her. It was a sunny morning in early summer and Amy wasjust waking up to the sun shining through her bedroomwindow. Bart could see Amy was waking and he waggedhis tail eagerly. Amy smiled and got out of bed. Shewent straight over to him and knelt down beside.