He must have tasted and smelled the other dog. He was not going to stop. He was going to make sure he was the king of the neighborhood. He wasn't goin... to let some other dog claim this bitch in heat. He was going to make sure she was his property. He stopped licking me and used his great head to push against my open thighs. He wanted to fuck me. I knew if I tried to get away he would probably attack me or at least knock me down.Suddenly he started to sniff and lick my rear hole for a little. "Or what?" I ask. "You're going to chase me around again, run out ofbreath, and sit on the floor some more. You look strong, but you'reweak. You're a pussy. You're a disgrace and your state is ashamed ofyou. The country is ashamed of you. You're going to be a breeder whore,and men are going to fill up your cunt over and over again, and you aregoing to love it." Shut up!" he shouts.He springs to his feet, faster than I expected. Damn. Those muscles doseem to be good for something. He's got his. “Yeah, she does. As does your mother, Aunt Kelly. She’s on meds these days and putting up some semblance of normalcy, but she’s never too far from the nuthouse, if you ask me. Anyone who dates her is either ignorant or stupid or something. Now, if you brought her to heel, that would be a different situation or scenario entirely, of course,” Stacey hinted that I might want to “own” Mom and Aunt Wendy the same way that I own her, Ellie, Trish, Vince, and Duane.“That would help with the payback,. Bye." Hurry lover, bye."I thought back to the morning when I had avoided Helen's kiss. I was going to have to watch things like that. I had to keep her thinking that I was still her loving husband. She and Jamie had to go on thinking that I was just some stupid dumb shit cuckold.After listening to the phone tape I headed upstairs and went out on the patio to let Helen know I was home. Helen was lying on the chaise lounge with a towel covering her lower body. I walked over to her and bent down.