His piss-hole was parted and moist, pre-cum bubbling out. Cindy still didn't believe that Valerie would actually fuck a dog--let alone give one a blow...job.Letting a doggy lick her cunt was naughty, but not really so terrible. And now the naive young blonde figured that Valerie was merely going to make the dog come with her foot or, at most, with her hand. Even that tame prospect was a real turn-on. Cindy gazed at his throbbing cockhead, imagining what it would be like when his jism came. I hate having to think so much about him, but it feels so good. I’m still flabbergasted by the park incident though, I mean, his change was so abrupt. And I don’t think I like that much familiarity. I have no idea what to make of it, I don’t even know if I should make something of it. Perhaps I shouldn’t dwell on it, I’m probably making a big deal out of the whole thing anyway. I spent the whole night pondering over whether or not I should tell Matt how I feel about him. I have decided not to. Entranced by her lilting, melodious voice, I remained silent.When we entered my split level, she moved through the first few rooms like a whirlwind, peering at this and examining that. There really wasn't much to look at in my sparsely decorated abode. When I had moved here after the death of my wife of thirty years, most of our belongings went into storage in the attic. Too many of them spawned memories that were too much of a grim reminder of just how much I had lost.As she skipped from place. ”“Are you two okay?”“We’re fine, Mom.” Jay said. “Just uh, a little game. Twister.”“Okay, you two. I’ll just be downstairs. I’m heating up some fettuccini tonight. Will you be staying for supper, Sue?”“Uh, sure. I’d love to.”“I’ll see you two downstairs in half an hour then.”She left before turning back around and then shutting the door behind for us.“Fuck, fuck, fuck! She wasn’t supposed to be home tonight. Why didn’t you lock the door, Sue?” Jay scolded.“Me?”“You carried me in.”“I didn’t even.