He starts moving with faster motions, his tongue burrowing deeper, his panting growing hot against my taint. I can tell he’s not just licking me...for the peanut butter any more. I wait until I know he’s worked-up, and then give him the signalling whistle.Red rocket is such a crude term for dog cock, but I guess it fits the deion. Enzo puts his paws on my ass, scratching the skin a little, but not to bad. He breaths fasts and panting, and then misses his target. I’d never let. I hoped she would give me a dollar for helping her but I did worry a little about hitch hiking back to where my things were. If I left now, I could get there in plenty of time, before it got dark.Instead, she had me sit down at the table and without a word, she fixed me a sandwich of real meat and a glass of ice cold milk. It was the best meal I had since way before I ran away. Like I said, drunks don't do a lot of shopping. As I ate, she put away the groceries and then taking a cup of coffee,. .. but you comforted me..." I'd never want to see you hurt." It is more than that. You want me. Not just to mate with me. You respect me. You believe in me. You care about me like a child but desire me as your mate," she said pausing before she added. "Is that what you mean by love?"I took her in my arms and kissed her again. When I broke it I smiled. "That's exactly what I mean."Geeta smiled right back at me, before walking over to Kurt and giving the puppy a belly rub.That night, I managed to. "I turned to look in the mirror. Staring back at me was a beautiful woman with her mouth hanging open. Brenda had styled my hair into twin wings of scarlet and accented my eyes with green shade. Spots of red brightened my pale cheeks and my lips were redder than sin. "Wow." Now let's get you dressed." Brenda pulled out a gown patterned in green and gold. Part of me wanted to complain about wearing a dress, but really, when you're already wearing makeup, and a bra -- and breasts -- why complain.