" These are my friends Joe, Mark, and Birdie," William said well aware of his brother's relationship with the Rangers. He pointed to each person as he... introduced them."Birdie? You wouldn't happen to be Beatrice Fletcher, would you?" Ken asked looking at the young woman."Yes, I am," she replied wondering who this man was and how he knew about her."You picked up an injured Red Tailed Hawk about a month ago. How's it doing?"Shocked, Birdie answered, "She's doing fine." Good. Do you think it will. I then spread the gel down her back, her lower back and her ass cheeks. I used my hands to part her cheeks and lovingly spread the gel between her crack, lathering it up into a foam as I massaged her there, my fingers moving closer and closer to her butthole. My fingertips grazed her butthole and then my fingers started to move in circles around it.I pressed and squeezed her fleshy bum and felt her muscles slowly relax. I used my right hand to squeeze at her rear entrance, and her rectum. He ducks his head down and pushes through her hands, sticking his narrow snout up between her thighs - much to her amusement.She seems completely at ease with a dog sniffing around between her legs – leaning back and spreading her knees apart, opening herself up. Her elbows against the bench, her head hanging back, letting him lick ... Then leaning back further, her back on the bench, her arms free ... She looks up at the roof and just lets the dog do as he pleases, spreading her legs wider and. Ours was the last tape on the bottom row in the cupboard. We speculated how long it would be before Vincent discovered he had been burgled.Sandy sat sipping her coke when Tom, in full uniform, came in and sat next to her. He started to say something. Sandy picked up our drinks and went over to a little two person table in the corner, waiting for me to pull the chair out. I was hoping that Tom wouldn't follow us to the table because I had seen Sandy in action when she was pissed. There was a.