I now realized I was wanting him to take advantage of the situation, I was open to his advances, there would be no reprimands or objections, I was ope... to be felt-up, groped or what-ever term meant, 'Work your Woody here'.He must have been reading my mind at that point in time because I felt his hand across my buttocks and I stood firm in my spot as he pressed closer into me. It was a nice feeling that snugly fitted in between the length of my buttocks, firm and thick, warm, generating its own. I'll wear a nicer dress and see if I can getthe make-up right." You're a brave boy, though it is hard to call you that right now," hisfather pointed out. "But I admire you for keeping with it. Now, let's getto dinner."The next evening Jenny entered the kitchen without hesitation. She worethe black party dress and had spent a couple hours getting the make-upjust right. A lighter shade of lipstick, subtle shades of color on theeyes."My word," his father stared. "If I didn't know better I'd swear. Orboots. "We will still have to do it though, the wood won't last forever,and I would like to see what is in the shed too." Oh you want to check out more of my clothes to wear?" she was teasingagain, I squirmed a bit though.She jumped up. "Let's get the wood upstairs, I can't carry much but Iwill help." Thanks Nicks," I told her. We went down for another load, it was morefun doing things together. She saw the fire I had started in the familyroom and squealed. "Oh great idea Alex I can thump. Lindsey bit her lip and looked at the smelly beast's light pink and thick erection in front of her face. It protruded from a fury sheath, It was human-looking but the sheath was dog-like and the tip of the penis like a stallion though much much smaller, it was dribbling with anticipation as it jerked about erratically stiff and rigid. Her head was buzzing, her senses overwhelmed by the drug-like effect of the strong beast musk. Her nostrils flared inhaling ravenously the acrid musk that made.