“Do I need to spell it out?” she said. It took several seconds for me to suddenly understand. “Oh shit. You mean? Oh no don’t tell me. That is...disgusting” I stammered “you and the dog? Oh God Amy”. I walked over and hugged her. I didn’t know what to say. My sister was a dog lover in the true sense of the word.I told Amy I had something to do. I didn’t. I just wanted to leave. My mind was spinning. How could this happen. I hurried home and sat in the lounge trying to understand. Just then Oscar. I was riding along minding my own business when I heard some gunshots and some weird yelling. I looked around and didn't see anything that could account for the noise, so I sped up to a fast lope, because it sounded like the noise was ahead of me.I topped a small rise and saw the source of the trouble. Three wagons were bunched up and a band of 19 Indians was riding around them, shooting and yelling what I assumed were war cries. Three men were sheltering under the wagons and shooting back at. ..," Bob said, exclaimed and screaming his words at Karen.She still amazed at the fact her chosen stud was still a virgin, and knowing her craft well she with a smile of admiration then told Bob, the changes need not make of him a complete animal. They would enhance greatly his enjoyment while having sensual fun from his lust loving male abilities. However, if he asked nicely, and allowed her to use the stone to change him into a new pet pony, he after a time learn as well realize how good it. Manipulate ... what he needed to." She giggled slightly."You're talking about those 'no touching poses' like what Marie and Frank did at the end?"She nodded again, slightly embarrassed at making so obvious her erotic impulses.Denise was thoughtful. "Well, I wouldn't want to be unoriginal. I'll have to think of a good pose for you two. Are you ready?" She directed the last at me. I shrugged, but my naked cock betrayed my high level of interest. She directed a sultry little smirk, cockward, and.