By her legs sits a big brown lovely dog.She greets me and explains it's her daughter's dog and that she's minding it for a few weeks while they are on...holiday.I sit beside the handsome animal to stroke its fine coat.When I stroke his head his lovely eyes look deeply into mine.My pulse quickens.He has that magic something; personality, sex appeal, masculinity.I'm drawn by him: want him.Mrs Kemp talks on while I fondle his ears. My gaze falls onto his sheath and again I feel my pulse quicken.. Nude modeling was her specialty and already she was offering me to pose for her. I wasn’t too keen to the idea. ‘Posing in front of strangers?’, I said, ‘no that’s not me.’ ‘Ashamed of your body?’, she asked. ‘No, of course not. I’d rather be naked in the privacy of my own home.’ ‘Sounds like a plan. Maybe another time.’ ‘I doubt it but anything’s possible.’ I didn’t realize how late it was until I saw the clock hanging on the wall. It was already after eleven and Cynthia was about ready to. Anne was the financial guru in our house. She would sort through the mail each day. She had a system laid out for payments. I was aware that she did it, but was happy to ignore the whole thing. Now, I had to deal with it, and figure out my own system. I got it done, but it was a hassle I would have just as soon avoided. I won’t tell you the panic I faced when I realized that I would have to deal with taxes too. As for the girls, I was grateful that Anne was around, and that the girls felt more. Maybe if I think about when he was still here... I never got near the middle of the bed then. He'd push me aside with that cold butt of his, giggling like a girl, thinking it was so funny. And I'd laugh too, and push him back, but he always won. I didn't mind really.We both slept naked, and the feel of his butt was always arousing. God we did it a lot. All of it. Tender, gentle lovemaking, his touch sensitive but firm, our mutual caresses binding our souls. And fucking. Wild animal stuff..