Chelsea had a really good team at the time, still many of the 1960’s generation brought through the ranks by Tommy Docherty, but some new faces too....But still, that isn’t really what this is all about of course. Steve and I got used to the routine of Saturdays going to watch Chelsea, even got to the stage of going to QPR when Chelsea were not at home. We got to know each other really well, became extra good friends. We of course were still mates at school - he was a very good footballer, I was. The second time I visited the toilet I noticed that the dog had got up and followed me down the long passage to the ladies and I took my chance. I was by now in a state of sheer total “excitement” about my Aunt’s kink for sexy dogs and a little giddy after the free drinks.I quickly glanced over my shoulder, then quietly let him into the toilets behind me. I was shaking as I pulled my loose knickers aside and blatantly exposed my now very wet naked pussy an inch in front of the dog’s nose. He. He was tall, 6,2" towering over her 5'8" frame. He's skinny and she's a mature, plump little married woman. He's 32 and she's 50, with ripe full breasts and large pink nipples. The crease in her legs has no hair, while his thick black cock protrudes from a wad of silky black hair. His nuts hang real low, 6 or 8 inches and each large nut is distinct through the black skin on his nuts.It's 8 O'clock in the evening on Friday and "Jim" has just arrived and is sitting on the couch looking. " Could you please call a cab? I have an interview and I am afraid I will be late." He plunged into the crowd over to the street side and tried to catch a cab. The lady sat down."I'm Sarah, by the way, and that was James, and you are?" Lost" she joked weakly. "But I am Samira when I am not lost." Job interview?" Yes, thank you for stopping, I want to have a good impression" she said as a cab nearly smooshed James. He leaned in and gave directions as they walked over. He handed her in and they.