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“Where was I?” she asked herself silently, snapping back to the reminiscence of their first meeting. “I sat, enjoying the warmth of the sun, when a dog trotted up to me. While he resembled my late Beagle, I noted that he was much taller and broader. He was muscular and looked as speedy huge tits as the ball-chasing Dobie. Oh, how he outdoor carried his head – well up and showing no signs of fear or nervousness. His coat looked moderately coarse but glossy and blue in colouring. He wasn't actually blue. That was an illusion made from his black and white mottling. And he had tiny tan dots like freckles all over his intelligent face and muzzle. His eyes were chocolate brown and promised intelligence. He also appeared to have gray at the end of his tail.” Misty chuckled quietly to herself. “That just shows how much more attention I pay to dogs than I do to humans,” she thought in self-analysis. “But I did finally look at the dog’s companion. He had a short 'Van Dyke' beard and mustache, and his eyes were hidden behind a pair of knockoff Aviators. His cheap sunglasses rested on a perfectly symmetrical nose. His lips were slightly full: the kind that end in big ass a cute little smirk at the corners. The rays of sun highlighted him, displaying the dimples in his cheeks and chin and emphasized that his dark hair needed a trim. I'd estimated that he was an inch or two under 6 foot, broad at his shoulders and lean around his waist.” As she remembered that moment, Misty's lips curved into a smile. “OK, maybe I do pay attention to some humans after all,” she acknowledged. Still trying to get drowsy enough to sleep, she let the dialogue of their first interaction pay in her head as it happened. “Do you feed your Beagle steroids?” Misty asked, smiling. “Oh yeah,” the guy replied. “He suffers from roid-rage and chats up every cute red-haired girl he meets.” He pov smiled. “No, he’s a good ol’ Bluetick, but the only thing he ever hunts is the best place to lay down.” Misty held her hand palm down to the dog, who canted his head to one side and licked her hand. “Oh, he’s gorgeous!” she exclaimed. “Hunter, sit!” his owner commanded, and the dog immediately sunk down, sitting. “Shake hands!” The dog offered her his right bbw paw, which Misty promptly shook. Misty giggled delighted. “I love his name!” she gushed. “He isn’t aptly named, though. He can’t hunt. He rolls up into a ball as soon as he hears anything go bang, sadly not a very good trait for a Coonhound. But he kinda grows on you, so I keep him around. I tried to get him to do a couple of other things – pull a wagon, and fetch sticks I threw. I feel lonely. *”You really are a geek aren’t you?” Evan considered her comment huge pov tits before responding, “Well I love my friends back home…” Her feet slowly met the ground as the cock kept twitching. Warrick blushed. Can we cuddle? “I bbw think so, but I have to figure out how I can do it without mom and dad finding out. It would give me big outdoor ass more time to masturbate and say ‘Priapus’. The soreness should be going away now, and you need to keep your ass stretched. She dozed in her contentment enjoying the ride.