A lost puppy was a serious thing, especially in a snowstorm. xxx sex ‘Hmmm, why hadn’t I thought of that?’ I thought to myself. With any luck he would be home and willing to come out in the snow for a good cause. “From the name on Sparky’s tag,” Pete replied. We held hands as we went back up the stairs to the bedroom. When my efforts were rewarded with the sight of a neatly trimmed bush, I worked my lips and tongue back up her inner thighs, occasionally pausing to nibble delicately at her gorgeous skin. “Sure,” I replied. In a moment she pulled back. From the look in his eyes it appeared that he had been crying, though it was hard to tell for sure with the falling snow. After a few minutes she got up and asked me to join her on the sofa. I glanced at my watch and realized it was after midnight. As soon as the door opened I let Sparky down on the ground. It was Pete. “Doug!” She exclaimed, “Oh Doug, I was so worried about you.”
She ran over to her son, bent down and gave the boy a big hug. Merry Christmas. A short time later I arrived at my destination and rang the door bell.
