She tried shooing them, but to no avail. Finally, at four o’clock exactly, they stood in unison and trotted off down the lane. Kathleen went inside... ‘Gram, do you know who has a couple dogs? A Corgi and a German Sheppard?’ ‘Oh yes dear. Those sweet dogs come by every day and visit me. I didn’t realize what time it was! Oh, pooh, I missed ’em. Tomorrow, could you let them in so I can visit with them?’ Kathleen was slightly surprised. ‘Yeah, Gram, sure. No problem.’ She smiled to herself. ‘They. She'd been amazed at how copiously Taffy had cum the day before when Tom made her fuck him and when Taffy orgasmed, his ejaculation just continued to pump out of his doggy balls until it was streaming down her legs. Mandy was glad that she couldn't get knocked up by Taffy because he'd sure spurted enough doggy cum inside her to get any bitch dog pregnant.Mandy climbed out from under the sheets and got down on the floor beside Taffy. The dog raised it head and started wagging its tail noisily. Slow, slow, slow. My hands would look for more warmth and reach under your shirt and skim over the smooth planes of your chest, and your hands would slide around my waist and up my back, firm and certain. You would leisurely twirl my curls around your fingers and I would lean into your taste and your smell and the softness of your lips, pressing my body against yours, my hands coming out from your shirt to go all in your hair. My shirt off, your shirt off. You would make some flirty comment. The woman on the stage pulled the ill-fitting man’s coat tighter around her. She stood at the far right, leaning with a casual posture against a pillar, watching stage left from under the brim of her slouch hat. With her hair hidden under the hat and the collar of the coat obscuring her jaw line she looked rather like a man. She’d hid the knife in her coat pocket, but the audience knew it was there. Rose heard the sound of high-heeled shoes on the boards from stage left. Her pulse quickened..