I suck Enzo ‘s red rocket, cleaning my ass and peanut butter off him. He comes in my mouth, and I swallow it all like a good little bitch. Then ... laugh as he licks my face, and smile as he runs over to the door, wagging his tail. I always take Enzo for a walk after he’s done. It’s my little reward to him, for being such a good boy.As I’m walking down the street, I spot a stray going through the garbage. He’s skinny, but not starving, and he’s got muscle in. Knowing that this was the woman that he woke up next to every morning made it that much better. And then there was the fight, or more realistically the shouting match. She had saved him from a beating through intimidation alone. Was he really man enough for this Amazon of a woman? Would she stay with him, be satisfied with someone like him, or was he just kidding himself?'He heard the key in the door and the sound of her boots entering the kitchen. The door closed and he heard Angel's. He tried to hide it but I saw that his cock kept getting hard. It really embarrassed him and I didn't want that. I reached over and placed my hand on it and smiled and said, "Stop worrying about it Dennis. It isn't your fault. Men are just wired that way. I learned all about you horny bastards in graduate school. That was one of the things that attracted me to you. You were different. You had self control. I only learned recently that too much self control is as bad as too little. Lighten up. I. Themore I thought about it, the more I thought that I'd better check withhim if I needed to wear trainers or walking shoes.Idiotically, I have no idea why I phrased it like that, I am such asilly fool sometimes, I innocently asked him if he wanted me to wearanything specific.His response was slow, but obviously well considered and very specific.He asked me if I had any pale coloured short shorts. I had, I had wornthem sometimes on holidays abroad and I told him so, briefly describingthem from.