Her colleagues were doing their activities with passion not less than her and nobody was taking care about the good order, except two elder policewome... also excited, but managing to control themselves and the wardress of the male tribe. The girl riding the man looked desperately around, but help couldn’t come from nowhere. Her sight met the one of one of the elder women. That stopped the forced service conversation with other her colleague and approached the riding girl. The girl stared at her. I glanced around at the fantasy world that now surrounded me, but it looked just like it had in the real world. However, I knew better. This was a fantasy and that meant I could whatever I pleased without fear of repercussions. So I stopped scratching the studly dogs stomach and instead reached for his crotch. But before I could grab hold of anything, he jumped up. What are you doing? I asked. But that was all I had time to get out before he buried his muzzle in my crotch and started sniffing.. .. I thought that we swore that we would be lovers forever. Didn’t we swear that, Roger? Why, papi, why? Was this because I got married?” Lizzie finally located the issue ... took her long enough.“Bingo! You just ... dropped it in my lap, no explanation, no clarification, just left me with the default presumption of monogamy that is implied these days with marriage unless you stipulate to the contrary. As far as I knew, you went to Vegas and dumped me for Reggie Matthews. Talk about feeling. Her name is Kim and she is a tiny petite thing. She is in her late 40's or early 50's. Kim was standing there in her sleep shirt. "I hate these storms, I really hate these storms." She said as a big clap of thunder sounded. She jumped into my arms shaking. "Can you come to my room and hold me till this is over, you can be the man of the house and take care of me." Kim said pulling my hand. She lead me to her room, it was still pitch black. We got into bed and she snuggled up to me with her.