.. What are you doing?”“Trust me. This will feel good, too.”“Well, yeah, but gentlemen ask.”“They do? What odd creatures. Now I know why I... don’t ever want to be a gentleman.”“You’re impossible. Mmm. Good kisser, though.”“Okay, now I will ask. Karen, would you please lower your pantyhose? Probably the jeans and panties should go down with them.”“Why should I?”“Because the feelings will be much better, I promise you.”“Well, I’ll believe you. But you’re going awfully fast for a first date.”“We are. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure from the strange man’s touch.On the stage, she used everything she’d learned on the catwalk, all the dance moves she loved, to draw the crowd in. She was so incredibly aroused by the attention. She wondered how John would really react. This was for him, but it was for her as well.When the stranger squeezed her tits, her knees nearly buckled. She felt it right down in her now gushing pussy. God she was so turned on.She pulled back and then went and leaned. She greets me and explains it's her daughter's dog and that she's minding it for a few weeks while they are on holiday.I sit beside the handsome animal to stroke its fine coat.When I stroke his head his lovely eyes look deeply into mine.My pulse quickens.He has that magic something; personality, sex appeal, masculinity.I'm drawn by him: want him.Mrs Kemp talks on while I fondle his ears. My gaze falls onto his sheath and again I feel my pulse quicken. It's large, shiny and fascinating. I want. My parents were hosting a barbeque at our house in the back yard. Mother asked me to please be there and help with the preparations. I took in a large sigh and reluctantly said yes. I had been to these functions before and I knew that the back yard would be filled with old salty sea dogs who would be talking about the good old days and their battle scars. Don’t get me wrong, I have a huge amount of respect for these men and women who put their asses in the line of fire just so I can live the.