It was Chad, that awful dog, sniffing her, smelling her heated pussy. He raised one foreleg, pawing her jeans, telling her... "No!" Linda snapped.Awfu..., horrible little animal! How dare he think she would let him touch her, especially after she had fucked with Hank."Go, get away from me!" she cried, kicking one leg out at the German Shepherd.Chad backed away, tossing his head about, then moving in a little closer with that steady, low growl Linda knew and feared. She stumbled backward, knocking. "Yeth," he said. "I made a cummy." He loved the cute talk, I noted."But you've been pretending to be a boy, all this time, until a few days ago. How was that for you, being in the office with the women here, all those years?" It was hard," he said, in his normal voice. "I usually wore panties under my pants. So I was excited a lot. And all the time, when I was around the women, I was looking at their breasts whenever I could do it without being noticed. Sometimes, one of them would notice and. Maybe I didnt need a rich husband after all. So as soon as I saw no more bubbles coming from him I was sure he was dead. That was the end of Alan, the douche. It worked like a charm. In a couple months I was living like a queen, alone in my own house with all that money. In a matter of three more months I would graduate from school and leave the country. Maybe live in Europe with no manipulative overprotective mother to give me orders and no douchebag to share my money, it should be great for. Beautiful creamy thighs, a skirt that hardly covers them, tits so big they almost touch the steering wheel, and a 'mixed' nose (is that the right term?), one that is not flat or wide, but rather perfect for say, a model!Neil decides he's gonna slow down and let her pass, then follow her!But, before he can start that ball rolling, her car turns off onto a dirt road and pulls away!Flustered, Neil jams on his brakes, and almost crashes his pick-up truck, but he throws a U-ey and darts up the dirt.