Muggsy kneeled down in front of Spike and patted him on the head. He gave the bulldog a big smiled and said. "You better stay out of sight a little lo...ger Spike. I wouldn't want my dad to put you back out there in all that heat." Spike gave Muggsy a few licks on his cheek. Muggsy laughed and told Spike to stop and go back under the bed. The bulldog did as he was told and went back under the bed. Muggsy had decided to get a little more comfortable he took off his colthes starting with his blue. My precum was leaking and wetting my underwear.I moaned. My arms went around his neck and I kissed him back harder. My body started making decisions for me. I moved my hips forward. There was no mistaking my message. I wanted him. I wanted him to make love to me. He moved his thigh between mine and opened my legs. Grinding against me. Humping his cock against mine.I broke away from his kisses. "Come to my bed, Mark." I pulled back the top covers and laid out a towel in the middle of the fresh. ‘You ok?’ She nodded. ‘Hurt that bad?’ ‘N-No.’ He smiled. ‘I don’t remember you ever stuttering.’ Cat smiled. ‘Really? I always stutter.’ ‘Mhm. That’s gonna be a bruise in the morning.’ Cat looked down. ‘Remind me to check you for fangs in the morning.’ Chris laughed. ‘I didn’t bite you near as hard as I could’ve. Trust me.’ ‘Oh really.’ ‘Yeah, really.’ ‘How hard can you bite then?’ ‘Um well, I’ve bitten so hard before that I actually got past the skin and she bled.’ ‘Ouch.’ ‘Nah, she. I’d tease her sometimes about the South, and she not only took it well, but gave it back to me, the ‘New York Yankee’ who was ignorant of the more genteel traditions. I couldn’t tell you exactly when or how our conversations grew more intimate, but it was clear that the anonymity and distance made us both feel safe. I seem to recall that the next step, no pun intended, started with her feet – one night she wrote that she’d been at meetings all day, formal corporate things, and her feet hurt.