Perhaps another breed would be better, my heart said. That small house of mine had just enough of a plot around it to call itself a garden, or better still, a gardenette. So I knew a large dog like that big ball-chasing Dobie was out of the question. I remember I was musing over various breeds and their relative traits.” She almost punched the pillow next to her head. “Maybe I was prejudiced,” she thought, “but every breed tended to add up to a negative.” Now Misty's internal dialogue shifted. She tried to imagine what Jeff must've seen as he strolled closer. “Hopefully, I was a pretty picture, sitting on that bench. He'd massage had seen a woman, a shade over 5 feet tall, willowy in stature, long copper hair looking soft and silky, seeming to flow in the light breeze. As he got closer, he'd have seen, if he was looking closely, that my eyes were a cheerful meadow green. Of course, since then, since he's seen my differing moods, my eyes sometime morph from that creampie tranquil green to the colour of the sea during a storm, sullen lead-green and filled with rage – my red hair and green eyes fair indicators of the demons lurking just under the surface of my freckled skin and pretty smile.” She actually grinned, remembering Jeff's reaction the first time he encountered that aspect of her. “Where was I?” she asked herself silently, snapping back to the reminiscence of their first meeting. “I sat, enjoying the warmth of the sun, when a dog trotted up to me. While he resembled my late Beagle, I noted that he was much taller and broader. He was muscular and looked as speedy as the ball-chasing Dobie. Oh, how he carried his head – well up and showing no signs of fear or nervousness. His coat looked moderately coarse but glossy and blue in colouring. He wasn't actually blue. That was an illusion made from his black and white mottling. And he had tiny tan dots like freckles all over his intelligent face and muzzle. His eyes were chocolate brown and promised intelligence. He also appeared to have gray at the end of his tail.” Misty chuckled quietly to herself. “That just shows how much more attention I pay to dogs than I do to humans,” she thought in self-analysis. “But I did finally look at the dog’s companion. He had a short 'Van Dyke' beard and mustache, and his eyes were hidden behind a pair of knockoff Aviators. His cheap sunglasses anal rested on a perfectly symmetrical nose. His lips were slightly full: the kind that end in a cute little smirk at the corners. The rays of sun highlighted him, displaying the dimples in his cheeks and chin and emphasized that his dark gay blowjob hair needed a trim. I'd estimated that he was an inch or two under 6 foot, broad at his shoulders and lean around his waist.” As she remembered that moment, Misty's lips curved into a smile. She picked up as many shifts as she could, but even with that, they barely had enough money to make it through each month. "Yup, mom and dad aren't getting home until late," she heard from the bathroom. With her hands in the eleven and one o'clock position on the steering wheel, she held her license and documents at the ready between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand. I need to be there. I finally blurted out. She moaned into my kiss as I penetrated her asshole. Anna climaxed all over Shari's mouth, and the blonde buried her face in the wet explosion, giggling as she ate up Anna's girl-cum. He thrust harder, fucking his cock over and over into my lover's cunt. His tightly stretched anal ring would role out, hugging gay the other man's dick on the out stroke blowjob only to disappear inside again as the man's thick dick plunged back in. She then closed in and began sniffing me all over, trying to anal sort through the multitude of smells. “Simon, Simon, Simon, we’ve talked about this. That’s all I care about.” Then she sealed it with a kiss. She whimpered, her leg rubbing against mine, her vibrator pressing harder against my clit. Precum beaded massage at the tip, a preview of the incestuous seed that would kindle a new life in me. 'More, more.' "Yes, can you do something, reasonably quickly?" My fourth orgasm of the day. “As creampie Outreach Director, I’m always looking for new and exciting ways to entertain the populous.”