She had found him, and she was keeping him. As the day progressed, she wondered what to call him. When no one was looking she’d slip him from her 'kangaroo' pocket of her hoodie, just to marvel at him. This helpless puppy had survived, while his mother and siblings had been brutally murdered and then thrown away. She remembered reading A. A. Milne's 'Winnie the Pooh' and watching Disney’s cartoons about him in her childhood. She thought about Kanga and baby Roo, in his mother’s pouch. Roo, her new puppy, was officially christened with a tiny bottle of unsweetened evaporated full cream milk and Misty’s own resolution. Roo spent the first week of his existence in the front pocket of his mother’s sweater. Evaporated lifesaving milk soon gave way to bear puppy's milk, ordered online, and the puppy began to thrive. A visit to asshole a vet confirmed that he was in great shape for an orphan and with love and care he would make a great progress and develop normally into a healthy dog. Chapter Two Roo & Misty Roo opened his eyes. Even in the safety of his 'pouch' at first the light was blinding. He had spent the first two and a half weeks of his life being carried, or basking in the warmth and safety of his mother’s front pocket, or in her hands or between the softness of her breasts. Her soft skin gave him the warmth his puppy needs craved. She was never away from him, and she did more than give him warmth and security, although he had spent ninety percent of the time asleep. Her gentle fingers also rubbed him in a way that helped him pee and poop, necessary to helping him develop these skills. He'd felt the vibrations masturbating of his mother’s body when she walked, talked or moved. His untrained senses picked up the rhythm of her heart, gay so soothing! He was comfortable and warm and, although he didn’t understand it, loved. After blinking and shuddering, he discovered he could now see. Hours later, the protective wax fell and melted from his ears. From the safety of his pocket, he poked his head out into the light. Yes! He could see his mother, hear her belly rumble, the jerking sound of her voice. He was pulled gently from the warmth and held in the safety of her hands, he was lifted to her mouth and given the softest kiss. This dog kmew what he was doing, for sure. “Oh, I do,” she moaned. “You’re masturbating Melena de Santo, the heroine of space fleet?” she says, in a high soprano. Was it the fact that she was late? It wasn’t that big, so they were pretty close together. Again, since I’m in there alone the shower it only takes a few minutes and I’m done. I nod. She closed her lips and pressed her tongue upwards into the base of his shaft. “No, it itches every jerking now and then, but it doesn’t hurt when I lie down and it feels really good when you’re on top of me.” Linda! asshole That they didn't do things the way I wanted? I can see there are a bunch of guys behind him. Her fingers plunged in and out of my pussy, stimulating my bear inner depths. She was dubious, but to make sure that he would follow through with the main course of this seduction, she braced up and moved down to put her mouth on to his member, something that she would cease doing as soon as they got married, her mother promised. “What gay do you want to know?” I ask as I climb into the bed and lay down next to her.