So she let him in. She let him nuzzle and drool on the crotch of her jeans, while she greeted him with coddling strokes of his ruff, and touched him n...se to nose. Then, while he fed from a bowl of Alpo fresh from the can, she stripped. She knew well how it was with dogs, what kept them happy. Food first, then fucking. The food greased the fucking. Stand by your man, and all that shit. She had had a hard time at first explaining to her daughter why all that canned dog food was suddenly taking up. " Still in business?" Oh no, the crash got it, vanished when I was fifteen. That's when Mr. Sanderson took me in and then married me off to his queer son." She sniffed. "He didn't like girls, his son that is." We could look into community colleges, see if they can find some records." Really. I think I'd like that." She slithered down my hairy body, licking and sucking and nibbling. She was skilled, very well taught."OK, on Monday, but right now if you'll just stroke a bit more. Yes. with your. It sounds quite intriguing when you think about it. We should ask your mum and see if she feels like talking about it. I am sure something must have happened."Rebecca was right; there must have been some sort of rift. I wondered if it would hurt mum to talk about it. The more I thought about it, the more I felt I should broach the subject with her if it did not upset her too much. With that in mind I asked Rebecca to sort out a date in her diary so that we could visit them in mid February. I. She leaned on the head rest of the bed, made herself very comfortable stretching her legs and started taking to her husband and I could see her body in a very inviting posture. But something in me still prevented me to plunge forward to reach the desirable and inviting woman. It was once of the difficult moments in my life as I was torn between loyalty and pleasure. In one swift move, walked out of the room, without saying a word headed to my quarters, masturbated. I had one of the violent.