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... didn’t recognize the usernames. Most people he knew used their full names. He read the message on the screen. “Hey are you okay? You took a nasty hit.” The person had typed. Another well-wisher in no mood Adam closed the conversation. Whoever Pup22 was though they were persistent another notification appeared, this time he painfully typed out “What do you think my arms broken.” A little harsher then he had meant to be but it had served its purpose. No reply this time he closed the link again. Several minutes passed before he was interrupted again. Adam could feel his anger building as the notification flashed at him Pup22 again! He clicked open the link ready to unleash a verbal tirade against this inconsiderate person. His eyes went wide and his mouth opened in surprise. Pup22 had inserted a picture into their conversation, and well it blew him away. The picture would have put a hustler girl to shame. The girl had taken a picture of herself in the reflection of a mirror. Although her face was cut off from view, every curve and line of her naked flesh was displayed before him. Her pert breasts stood out from her chest. Her flat stomach and ribs were clearly defined against her supple smooth skin. He was puzzled by what looked like a dog collar locked around her neck. His gaze was drawn to her hand, which was covering her most intimate area. In shock he banged his cast against his desk, the pain made him let out a gasp. Her hand wasn't protecting her modesty. The girl was ...

... playing with herself! He was so blown away by her wanted display of lust he almost missed the furry tail that hung between her legs! He realized with a dirty thought that there was only one way for the tail to stay in place like that. At the bottom Pup22 had included a message “Hope this makes your arm feel better.” Adam was in shock. He continued to gaze at the picture of the girl, drinking in the view of the beauty before him. He was so distracted that he almost missed the purple curtains in the back of the picture. A call from downstairs interrupted his thoughts. It was dinner time, and he would be expected to eat with the f****y. As his mind tried to process the information before him, should he message her back? What if she had sent the picture by mistake? Or maybe that wasn't really Ashley? There was no way the sweet girl next door would take such a dirty picture. The decision was made for him as before he could make up his mind Pup22 logged off. Adams heart was racing now, could the girl of his dreams really have been Pup22? A more insistent call from downstairs echoed through the house. He sighed as he made his way downstairs. Dinner passed in a blur, his thoughts were elsewhere as the conversation flowed around him. He idly sat swirling his mashed potatoes. His mind was filled with the dirty thoughts of a teenaged boy, and Pup22 or more Likely Ashley was at the centre of his fantasies. A snippet of conversation drew him out of his day dreams. The whole table was looking ...