She reached upwards with both hands and pulled the dog's furry face down to hers. She kissed him fully on his doggy lips, moaning with excitement when...his tongue shot into her mouth. She clutched him at the neck now, pulling him closer and tighter against her own twisting body."Please keep fucking me, Scotty! Suck me as hard as you can until we come together!" she yelled, shuddering with bestial lust beneath him.Even though the dog could not understand his mistress' words, he did hear the. Tell me and I'll try to help you with it." Oh, you don't want to know." I do, or I wouldn't ask. Tell me. Why are you crying?" It's you! You don't love me like you once said you do. Either that, or you are gay." Oh, have you got that wrong. Why would you say that to me? What makes you think I don't love you?" It's... Well, it's just... things!" Things? What things? Wait, before you answer. You once told me I was special to you but you didn't love me - 'that' way. How many guys would spend the. Then I would squat over his chest and smile as I wanked and sucked his cock through his leotard, until he shamelessly spunked in my honour. I’d lie in his arms and smile sweetly. Monday mornings were always fun when my friends asked me what I did on the weekend. ‘Nothing special,’ I would reply. I fixed Boston with an intense stare. ‘You know I’m going to sit on your face.’ Boston was close to filling my sensuous mouth with his cream. I smiled and got to my feet. Boston took me in his arms and. Turned to her and smiled politely. Both of us waiting to be served. The bar man was a prick not giving me the time of day so I reach over and pull him over. I order my drink and turn to the girl and get her order. Before she has a chance to refuse I had ordered and payed for the drinks. Before long we got talking separate from out two groups and found a quite spot in a bar to sit down and talk. Most of it was boring shit that you always talk about, work, hobbies. I couldn't honesty give a.