"Kid sister?" "Yea, about twenty, and built like a model, ya know, skinny. Not at all like me- or rather like I was." She pursed her lips as she loo...ed at her companion. "Shoes are going to be a problem. The only thing in black are heels." And she flipped them over to him. "Christ, how can you walk in these things!" Frank gasped as he tottered around the room. The feel of the nylons rubbing together as he walked was distracting. And the sound they made, a feminine whisper. And the. I was alone at home. I welcomed him and he hugged me tightly. We both started to have dinner and kept talking. He asked me if I had anyone else in my life before my husband. I said no my husband is the first man in my life. He again told me how much he likes Punjabi women and food they make.After the dinner, he came closer to me and kissed me lightly on my cheek. I was surprised but ignored it. Then he came closer to me and hugged me tightly. I was getting nervous and I was breathing heavily.. Mrs. J turned on the T.V. and began flipping channels. At least I didn't have to worry about her hearing me breathe.I was beginning to relax, and thought I was going to get through this without a heart attack when I felt something cold and wet touch me right in my asshole! I almost let out a scream but managed to contain myself. I looked over my shoulder and saw the pointy ears of Buster, our German Shepherd, rising above my ass cheeks. I tried to wiggle my butt to discourage him but he stayed. ‘No, no, I’m fine,’ she said. He went to help her out of her chair, but she was tipsy from the wine and ended up stumbling. He reached out to steady her, only causing her to lose her balance completely. She fell into him heavily and he wrapped his arms around her to again steady her. ‘I think I may have had too much to drink,’ she said before looking up at him. As always, his warm eyes drew her in. Lost in their depths and emboldened by the wine, she said, without thinking, ‘I’ve been wondering.