She looked shocked, here she was in a public park at 6 o`clock of a summers evening, and he had without a change of expression told her to remove her ...under-clothes. She thought it over, glanced around, then stood and wriggled down the thin pink garment, quickly stepping from the things, scooping them up and rapidlysitting back down while presenting him with them like a triumphant trophy. He sniffed, muttered “my women do what they are asked without faltering, or hesitation, for your. Part of me wanted to blame her for the whole mess. She was the one who'd fucked Vincenzo after all. She was the one who boned some guy at the party last night. It was all her. I was a victim. I wanted to hate her. But I couldn't. My brain kept going around and around in circles, like a dog chasing its tail. And the thought I kept coming back to time and time again was that Charlotte was only being Charlotte; to expect her to change would be to alter the very thing that I loved. There was poison. It felt heavenly! The size was a perfect fit to my palm. It was firm and warm, and it was Jenny. I was stunned when she moaned into my mouth as I began gently massaging her. She wasn't complaining; in fact she seemed to be enjoying it. I could feel her hard little nipple poking up through the thin fabric of her bra and shirt, so I moved my palm over it in little circles. I shifted my hand to the closer breast and did the same to it, then went back to the first one, again giving a gentle caress,. Just as the panther is about to leap, the old German Shepherd exclaims loudly, “Boy, that was one delicious panther! I wonder if there are any more around here.”Hearing this, the young panther halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees.“Whew!” says the panther, “That was close! That old German Shepherd nearly had me!”Meanwhile, a squirrel who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree figures he can put this knowledge to good use.
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