The dog, which was a family pet and a big one, was, I think, a cross between an Alsatian and a Labrador, and always got excited when we were petting, ...he dog sniffing and poking his nose up our legs and crutches and usually getting aroused, especially when sniffing Carol, who never seemed to mind what he did, even when he licked her pussy, or got up to, but I always found him a bit of a nuisance. She'd often, when we'd finished having fun and wanking me off, play with the dog, touching his. "Don't put your bra on," I requested."Why not?" she giggled."Because you look so much better without," I explained.She pulled on her very short skirt for this was the era of the 'mini'. Short legs or not she looked great in a mini."God but you've got great tits," I muttered half to myself.Well it was true as anybody who has seen her picture from this time can confirm."Stop staring at me like that," she said suddenly seeing me looking and going bashful.In accordance to my wishes she pulled over. " So you want me to come up for a friendly boff? I'm hurt that you could think me so cheap," I mock protested, while already tossing the comb aside and reaching for some boxers."Oh Jake," she said, and I could hear some seriousness in her voice. "Please don't make be beg..."I paused for a second, to compose myself, and to jettison any of Sid's influence that might still be sticking to me like bad cologne."Moira, I'll be up in just a second. You definitely don't need to beg. I am, quite. If he could, he would spend every hour of every day on his knees worshipping at the gate to her temple of love. When he again reaches her clit, he gives it his all, kissing and sucking with his lips and flicking hard and fast with his tongue. She shudders and gasps, and copious pussy juice smears his face. He slides onto the bed beside her and suckles at her breast while idly fingering her most beautiful cunt.Again they relax in each other's arms. 'I like your poem better every time I read it..