. If I LET you fuck MY dog, then you’ll be showing you’re special?” Dennis checks, making sure we can tell he’s not impressed with his guest�...s logic. “It’s not just because you’re a filthy little slut, trying to justify her need for dog-cock with some pseudo political girl-power bullshit?”Now she looks around at him! A look somewhere between disdain and pity. “The way you choose to look at me is up to you ... But I’m happy with my thought process. At the end of the day, I’m going to have sex. For the first three months of the twelfth grade we got it on almost every day and between school work and family activities we usually managed to date at least three times a week.Trouble reared its ugly head the week before Thanksgiving. MA and I didn't have the same fourth hour class which ended at eleven fifty-five. Her classroom was closer to the cafeteria than mine so she usually beat me there by five minutes or so. I got there Monday and found Jared Lucciano sitting with her. I saw the. I headed upstairs to my bedroom and parked my ass on the bed for a minute, looking out my window.My dick throbbed in my pants as I watched him – shirtless – shooting hoops and waiting for me. I knew I had to get rid of this damn hard-on before I actually went onto the driveway. I tried desperately to think of all the most terrible things I could. My sister's bubble ass; my mother's fried steak from the other night. I even thought of my own father and groaned when everything just seemed to. He brought the boot to me which was an ankle bootin black leather with a gold buckle across the instep. It did not shoutfeminine at me, so I tried it on. It had a three inch heel and reallylooked good with my flared jeans. It also felt very comfortable althoughI had some difficulty in walking with such a high heel. I bought thepair.That evening I dressed in my new flared jeans and my new boots, togetherwith the crimson blouse that the sales girl had not wanted to sell me (Iso enjoyed telling.