Again may I be so presumptuous as to ask how you'regoing to go about getting this guy and where are you going to keep him?Gorilla: I've had a few plan...s. The best I had was to rent a moving truckand go get him. I'd put a cage in the back, I got a Sun Pass so I couldblow through the toll booths on the express way and stop as few times aspossible. Of course, even though he'd be in a cage I'd shoot'm full ofhorse tranquilizer to shut him up. But now? well... you might say he'swithin arm's. She knew he had to be elsewhere, and when she thought of that, she drew no pleasure from the thought of him belonging elsewhere. When she wanted him, she wanted him to belong there. Beside her. With no restrictions. But…there was always a but. And so she knew he had to leave. But…once, months earlier, she had given him a key. Back then she had thought of his touch differently. She wanted him to be able to come to her, in the night or the early hours of the morning, and to crawl into bed beside. “Very nice indeed. You still like a bit of hair around your pussy, I see.”It was Cheryl’s turn to blush a little bit now as she tried to explain herself to Keith.“Yer ... well ... I ... I ... I like the feeling of my Tiddles being shaved but...”Before she could continue Keith had interrupted her with a question, “Tiddles? What do you mean by Tiddles? Is that what you call your girly bits down there?”Cheryl blushed again and said, “Yes, that’s right. We had a cat called Tiddles when I was just 5. My small tits bounced and jiggled.“Chaun, his tongue so sleek, burying into my pussy deep,” I sang. It was hard to think of rhymes as he reamed me. “Yes, yes, so deep.”He fucked his tongue in and out of my cunt, my words turning into a wordless song. He flicked his tongue up to my clit, swirling around it, making me gasp and quiver. Pleasure raced through my body, tingling previews of my building orgasm.“My sweet songbird,” he groaned between licks of my clit. “She sings sweet song, eager for.