Suddenly, she felt a wet nose sniffing her moist honey pie. Oh, no, the dog was in the house! He'd caught her scent and wanted to play!What to do? If ...he moved away, the German shepherd would start barking and it would be off to the basement with Becky or up to the bedroom with Mommy. So she stood still, hoping it was just a friendly sniff and not a prelude to a more intimate encounter.She remembered last Thanksgiving when the dog got stuck in cousin Suzy and drug her around and around the. Martha was the woman with whom I'd expected to grow old. Instead, it seemed most likely that we would be going our separate ways.That evening I called up my sons, Dan and Josh, and told them a little about what was happening. Not entirely to my surprise, they let me know that Martha had already called them. I didn't ask what she had said, but rather asked them to meet with me face-to-face the following Saturday, and we could hash things out.All I asked of them was to let me give them my. Do you think you can slip out and get it what with your folks still up?" she questioned."Piece of cake," came his answer."Good. Now go get it and call me back," she said as the chat ended.Zak's parents were so engrossed in the television they never heard him slip out of his room and head outside. The bag was discovered and he managed to sneak it back into the house without detection. Once back in his room he discovered that the bag contained a black leather thong complete a zipper.He quickly. “I’d never let you do that to me,” she said, grinning. “You like doing that to Becky?”“I like fucking throats,” he replied, letting the girl up for air again and then pulling her face onto him again. “Feels really fucking good!”“How about fucking assholes” Maria smiled. “You’ve got a virgin asshole right in front of you. I bet that shit is REALLY tight!”“Yours? I bet is IS really tight, little tight ass!” he joked, and Maria paled.“Not me; Becky!” she said, and her daughter grinned.