The mom and the one destined to become a writer became friends very quickly, and the baby took up most of their time. I am not saying that she was not...a good mom, because she was an excellent mom. She cared for all of her children, and she tended to them like a mom should. But I think that the other women in the shelter harbored some ill feelings toward her and her kids because of their ethnic background. That was of no consequence to me, what the nationality of the children might be…I myself. Looking outside the weather is clear, but there is a heavy frost. Mistress comes out from the bedroom; she is dressed in jeans and a woollen cardigan over a white tank top. Hey that s my cardigan and shirt! Bitch. I growl at her. Mistress comes over and scratches behind my ear, and rubs my tummy, then goes to eat. Master and Mistress are going out today, and because it is still so cold I m allowed to stay inside by the fire. Last thing Master says to me is to stay off the sofa, puppies. I had promised myself that I would not make love to her again until after I proposed. I wrapped my arms around her and smiled. ‘How about a candlelight dinner and then coming home and who knows what?’ She seemed to ponder that for a minute. ‘Hmm…Sounds great. What’s the occasion?’ I looked at her with a smile. ‘You honestly don’t know what today is, do you?’ She looked at me with confusion in her eyes but the smile still on her lips. ‘Should I?’ I tightened my arms around her and held her close. ‘Like this?’ he asked. ‘Yes,’ moaned Winnie. ‘Now, push gently, but don’t go too deep to start. Give me time to adjust to you. You’re bigger than most.’ Andrew smiled. Though he suspected she was just saying what she did to make him feel good, he didn’t object. He pressed until his manhood just entered her anal cavity. The tightness was a feeling he’d never experienced before. Winnie gasped and panted. She knew his cock would be a tight fit, but she also sensed he’d be gentle. After some time.