We were back to whatever we were doing until his female friends arrived. They had already assumed that I am his girlfriend but when I tried to correct...themHe stopped me and actually did introduce me to be his girlfriend. I was a bit embarrassed. They were teasing me about him and we started having general conversation.Out of nowhere I felt his hand on my thighs slowly moving to my pussy. Now since both my hands were busy holding newspaper. I really couldn’t react to his advances. I tried to act. So I moved over and nudged Susan to say lets take them home, though I must admit I got a perverse thrill from seeing Kevin quickly take his hand from between Susans legs and go very red trying to act as if nothing was going on. On our way back home Susan and I agreed to go in through the back door which went into the kitchen rather than use the front door as we didnt want any nosy neighbours seeing. So we quietly unlocked the door and went into the kitchen. We motioned for Emma and Kevin to be. I had no idea how she did it but after they barked she'd say,"There's Glyn top farm with the eggs, get them off him at the gate Bach". She would be right.Her dogs were highly trained, one of her hobbies was dog obedience training, she had done it for years and won cash prizes and exhibitions at exhibitions at local fetes. She had even once trained Border collie sheepdogs, winning trials when younger at my Granddads old hill farm.Local people in the village, even farmers were forever asking her. I received another gift that day; the sound of her laughter filling my house with brightness and light as she played with Sir Rufus Peealot, regularly calling out, “Mike! Bring some paper towels!” Despite the inconvenience, I’d grinned every time.But, the greatest gift of all, a gift beyond compare, better than winning an Oscar or a Golden Globe, was Amelia carrying Rufus into my bedroom, placing him at the foot of the bed and climbing in next to me. With music playing softly, just before I.