He popped her front opening bra to reveal her small breasts to his view."Yeah, nice," he said, his hands mauling her tits savagely."Oh please, no, ple...ase stop," she was really panicking now, but he was not to be denied. His forced his knee between her thighs to opened her up so he could get between them; he unzipped himself and pushed his hard cock into her dry pussy."Oh no," she cried, half in pain and half in shock."Oh you're nice and tight," he whispered into her ear. His hips thrust. ?I don?t know what it is, Mitzi?Let?s sit down and open it, shall we??The dog tilted her head to one side as if she was considering thesuggestion. Daniel walked back to the couch and sat down. Moments laterhe held the contents of the package.?What do you think it is?? He asked the dog; many folks talk to theirpets, but a single man with few acquaintances and fewer friends mightturn to his dog for encouragement and counsel. He stared at the book inhis hands. Just a bit larger than the palm of. Each time I picked up Galina, Mama would come out and look me over with a knowing smile, offering a basket of food she had cooked for our picnic - cherry compote, some pie, nectarines, sausage and such. She also offered a small bottle of booze - some kind of local arak (arabic for distillate or alcohol ) , with a slightly medicinal taste. Mama was hot, with magnificent breasts, meticulously arranged as if about to burst out of her clothes. A shapely body, and always a knowing, amused expression. ‘Hey. You got quiet. What are you thinking, Randi?’ I smile. ‘I’m just wondering if you had the foresight to bring clothes for tomorrow.’ ‘Um, yeah. They’re in my car. I remember how you like to wake up in the morning. Nothing could be finer.’ ‘You might want to go get them, now. Then you won’t have to streak down to get them later.’ ‘I like streaking.’ He’s walking out the door as he talks. ‘But I don’t want my neighbors to see how lucky I am.’ I leave the door ajar and run off to my bedroom..