“Hey big boy. How’s my big boy? You been keeping mommy safe like I taught you? Has mommy given you any peanut butter today?” Mike asked rubbing...Peps head. You see, Pep was a gift from Mike. The Great Dane mixed with a Cane Corso. was only a few months old and he stood as tall as my waist, and weighed over 100 lbs., though he only stood as tall as Mikes lower thighs. When Pep stood on his two back legs, he stood taller than me. He loves peanut butter and is usually a very playful puppy. Mike. "I'm loving the underwear," she said. "It'll look better on the floor," I said, a little shocked at the words that had come out of my mouth. I cut off her laugh with another kiss, this one more urgent, like if I kissed her hard enough her lips would be imprinted on mine. I guided her to the sofa in the corner of the dressing room and eased her down, my lips travelling to the curve in her neck. She let out a small moan. All the while I kept my fingertips just under the waistband of her. I mean, I was definitely picking up a vibe from him, but it wasn't creepy at all, it was just this terrible sadness in him, and kinda nervous too, not nervous like "oh boy I'm gonna rape this girl", more nervous like "what if she doesn't like me, what if this is a terrible mistake". And all these things were still inside me and just pushing so hard to get out, and I wanted so bad to tell him, cuz it felt like he liked me, the same way I liked him. But what if I was wrong, and I started saying. "Would you like to know the truth Sophia?' I asked her. She just nodded. "Since the day you turned 18 I've had fantasies about you doing all sorts of wild things to me. Ever since your aunt died, I've been very lonely and having such a sexy young thing walking around is very tempting. But this is wrong Sophia, its so very wrong. If anyone ever found out, we would be in so much trouble," I tried to explain to her. "No one has to find out," she replied. In one swift movement she was on my lap..