But, it all worked out. In both of our favors.DAY 1."Oh man! Am I looking fresh or what with these shorts?" I said to my friend as we walked out of a ...ports store."Ya ya sure, what bout my AF1's?" he said as he walked with swagger in his new Nikes.(We were very materialistic and always cared how we looked, in a heterosexual way.)As we walked down the different sections of the mall, we heard a voice call from a kiosk."Hey, you! Hey." an unfamiliar voice called.I turned around wondering if it was. The bartender had grabbed his iPhone and pointed it at my face, "So fat bag what's your name? "He asked, but I didn't answer until Leo prodded me with the stick in me."Bert", I stammered, "and what's the name of Bert even more?", "Dam, Bert Dam" I replied. "Louder Bert we don't understand you", "Bert Dam", I shouted loudly. "Well done and how heavy is Bert Dam?", "150 kilos"."Are you going to put the film on the internet", asked Bram, "Yes, sure, tomorrow I will be on my vlog".Bram came up to. Nothing is said, not a word. After a few moments Greg withdraws his penis from me and I feel the trickle of his semen from my vagina. I smile sweetly at Greg, admiring his still erect penis. “Want me to clean you up?” I don’t give him time to answer anyway, squatting before him, gently sucking his gorgeous cock, removing every trace of cum, and tasting my own juices on it. I savour every last droplet of his semen, before standing back up, and cleaning myself up. “We better get back inside now,. And then there was the possibility that she lived in a house with a back yard, where the dog could frisk and poop at will, not necessarily in that order. And, of course, there is the fact that dog-walking doesn’t exactly take up hours of each day and that, even if she did take her dog out and walk him, it might take a whopping five minutes. Meanwhile I could be across town, watching ten other dogs poop. And then, of course, there was the sheer number of women walking dogs, many of them big.