He lead me back inside. "turn out your pockets" he said in an angry tone. I was so frightened, I had never done anything like this before.I thought ho...esty would be the best policy and took out the chocolate bar.'I call the police" he said, I pleaded with him not too.He looked me up and down, "I punish you yes?" he asked me I nervously agreed, to what I did not know.The shopkeeper, locked up the shop and lead me through to the storeroom, 'what else have you stolen" he asked me, and told me to. Mostly fantasies in sex are cravings for the things you missed the most, things you haven’t experienced and experiencing the same couldn’t be easily possible. I’ve got a weird taste for women while I fantasize; I don’t imagine a slim, sexy, cup shaped boobs baby; may be because that’s already what my wife carries.In my own imaginative devil world I love to see women who are married; who are into their 30s; who has huge boobs; clean body, shaved armpits and pussy, a mole above her lips, back, on. When she didn’t show any sign of fear or indeed made any attempt to stop, the large, muscular animal slowly came closer, until his nose began to sniff between her legs. Red shivered, excited from the attention and the prospect of finding an actual mate. “You like my little cunny?” she asked the dog, teasingly. “You want to join in?”Turning around, Red noticed the wolf’s penis already growing underneath him, thick and red, almost purple, bursting with pride and lust. She bent over and reached. I asked if she thought she needed an ambulance. She checked her watch, clearly late for something. And then she was gone. I hardly saw her go it happened so fast, disjointed, and a moment later she was swallowed in the crowd. I know what you’re thinking and you’re wrong. To my knowledge I have never seen that woman again. I never got her phone number. We never went out to dinner. I never charmed her pants off then went down on one knee. We never walked down the aisle together. But in its own.