While the coffee was brewing, the phone rang. The call display showed my office number. I answered the call. It was Larissa. She told me that she'd ma...e the arrangements for a home care nurse. Then, of course, she wanted to know what had happened. I swore her to secrecy before telling her. I knew that this episode wasn't the sort of thing that Stacie would want as office gossip. Larissa was, of course, horrified by the tale. She was crying as I hung up.I heard Stacie's voice on the intercom. I. Seeing women with dogs enjoying it to that extent blows me away. It has done ever since that night.That scene clearly influenced my future life a lot, as my own personal experience of this practise now spans decades and has involved my voyeuristic participation with over half a dozen different women who have enjoyed various sexual games with male dogs. Obviously I’ve never spoken about this k9 sex with anyone else outside the partners who have willing participated in it with me. I may have. " Art said."Yeah, mom," Ink agreed.She came back to the wheel and took over while I put on my wet gear. Not that it was wet ... it's to keep me from getting wet. Lookit ... don't blame me ... it's what sailors call it. Unless they call it foul weather gear.So she's minding the helm when we hit something."Errk," I said.The kids came running out on deck in their wet gear. "Daddy ... the keel hit something." I know that," I said. "What is another question entirely."What ever it was we were. Your dad’s at work. He is on earlies today. So there will just be the three of us; you, me and Claire.”Ten minutes later Michael, pink and glowing from his shower shuffled self-consciously into the kitchen. His 16 year old sister Claire immediately started giggling.“Mom!” protested Michael.“Claire stop that at once. Be nice to your brother. You might be on the program one day.”“I can’t help it mom. He looks so pathetic with his tiny little thing.” Claire knew very well that Michael’s penis,.