“Where is the emergency—” My dad jokingly started, until he saw Ilse and his voice trailed off.“Why, hello there,” he said, not sure what to... think of the unexpected guest.“Dad, this is Ilse. Ilse, this is Hans, my father,” I introduced them.My father walked over and kissed her with the three customary kisses to introduce himself, after which he sat down.“So, Tom, is Ilse your girlfriend, or—?” He left the question hanging in the air, not sure of what to say.“No dad, Ilse is my fiancée,” I. “Care for a drink?”“Sure. What are we having?” asked Adam.Jack smiled. “I run a distillery. Whatever you want! Do you like whiskey?”Adam shrugged. “Sure. Sours or Seven-and-Sevens are fine.” He looked at his daughters, both of whom had glasses with dark bubbly liquid in them. “That better be Coke, you two.”Jack laughed. “You’re safe. The last teenage girl I got drunk I ended up marrying. I’m not that silly!” Becca laughed and punched him in the arm. Jack stood and went to the wet bar. “Do you. (Now the main problem was that she knew exactly how I like to be touched because I would explain to her how my boyfriend was not fulfilling me enough due to him not being into rough sex. She knew my weaknesses and played it well to her advantage that night). She held me tight as she slipped her hand under me and around my waist and with her other hand she started to make her way down to my pussy. She, in a real quick move, slide my underwear to one side and slipped her finger slowly inside. Recently, I was given several videos involving aneighbour of mine with her dog. She would be mortifiedif she knew that her partner was peddling them. She isquite a nice looking girl with a trim figure. Nothingreally special, but just the type that, if she flirted,you would try and take her up on it.Their dog is a mixed hound. Part Dalmatian and partIrish Wolf hound. The result is a shaggy looking whiteand black spotted dog, quite a bit taller in theshoulder than a Dalmatian, but not as hairy or.