The licking stopped, I heard a whimper and it started again. Wait a minute. This felt to good to be a dream. No one had this good an imagination.I rea...ched down and sure enough, I felt hair. I moved my hand a bit and felt an ear. Covered in hair? What the hell was going on. I looked at the source of all this pleasure."Daisy! How did you get in here? What the hell are you doing?" Joey's Golden Retreiver stopped giving me a tongue job, looked at me and barked.Of course Les woke up with all the. She couldn't block my blows. Her big tits heaved before her as she stumbled back. “Guide my strokes. Let me create such a martial display of art and beauty today! Let me slay your enemy!”I screamed. Light burst from me. Scintillating halos danced around my swinging weapons. The Paragon snarled, her face twisted into bestial fury. More blood sheeted down her arms. My ax left bloody scores, scraping along her bones. My hammer slammed into those iron limbs, quaking them.I would defeat her.“NO!”. I could hear like there was nothing in-between, the same as I could see. He was still just as scruffy-looking as before: blond, ratty hair; unshaved face. It must be a real turn-on for women. It sure as hell seemed to be for my woman. Besides, I didn’t understand… his hair and the ratty whiskers looked exactly the same as in that first picture Addie had sent me… over seven weeks earlier. How the hell does that work? Doesn’t shave, doesn’t cut hair, but they don’t seem to get any longer.“Oh, I. .She felt the dark tendrils of self-doubt slithering into her mind but managed to take control and banish them back into the abyss of her subconscious.Anne rubbed the loofah up and down her slit, enjoying the soft scratching sensation and when she was well lathered, her fingers joined the fray to massage the suds around and between her lips which were slippery from the morning's erotic escapades. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as her ring and index finger, pulled back the tiny hood.