"Whoa! Oh shit, man ... There's three of 'em!" I told you, dude. This guy's got some mean dogs!" Let's get out of here!"They were nervous now and a li...ttle frightened, confronted with three huge dogs. Bush, the smallest, was probably a hundred and fifty pounds of muscle, and as I found out from Master shortly after arriving, they were all bred from a Mastiff father and a mother who was half St Bernard and half something else, Great Dane maybe, which gave them their size and handsome features.. This guy felt a little longer but not as thick; however, it felt great none the less. That guy fucked me for a few minutes, and after he came, yet another moved in. I glanced down and this guy had a pretty big dick: much bigger then the others. He slammed it right in and I let out a loud grunt. He definitely had a bigger cock then all the others. He was really giving me a fucking, while grabbing my legs behind the knees and really spreading me open. I glanced around and especially the guys on. Nothing! Ever!"Richard stopped and turned her to him. "I haven't had a kiss for ages," he murmured and pulled her to him. It was a long kiss, one of their gentle ones, full of love, trust and happiness in each other.As they broke Deborah snorted with laughter. "I'm going to have to see how soon the Chief of Police gets his intelligence reports." Possibly even before opening time," he laughed.They meandered on finally getting back to a cacophony of barking. They dealt with and finally settled. "He looked again in the envelope, and then again at all sides of the letter and ticket for further explanation. There was nothing else. His brow furrowed. It all sounded very, very mysterious.- - - - - - - - -It was the week between the end of the short summer 'trimester' and the fall semester. Greg had finished his last exam, stopped briefly at his apartment to get his luggage, and went directly to the airport. Now, twelve hours later, here he was in Paris, luggage in hand, walking toward.