She has developed arthritis in her hips. That’s a common problem with German Shepherds. It doesn’t look to me as though Barbara is afraid of her.�...� * * * They watched as the tiny girl and the huge dog walked around the backyard. ‘Queenie has already bonded with Barbara. If anyone ever tried to hurt her, the dog would tear their face off.’ Father Francis looked over at Sandra. She was crying. At first he wasn’t sure what that was all about. ‘This is the way it should be, she sobbed. Sunday. She seemed to realise this and she would often poke my body thoughtfully and seem concerned. Eventually she decided to do something about it and in a way that demonstrated not only her technical prowess but also a familiarity with my own kind that I had not suspected of her.It was one day around I suppose the end of July although I was getting pretty vague about the calendar by this time. She’d spent a good deal of time fishing and brought so many fish ashore you’d have thought we were. Kat could feel a thin tube being inserted between her cracked lips and a chillingly cold, salty liquid roll over her tongue. It seemed to be absorbed by her tongue and cheeks almost as fast as it entered her mouth and it was the second or third bolus that finally reached her throat. She could feel the dry skin soaking up the liquid like a sponge, the swelling receding along with the discomfort she hadn't realized was there."Now then," the old woman said, laying Kat's head gently back on the. There staring me in the face were aunty Joans Knickers.The ones she had worn the previous day.I was shaking and had the biggest hard on ever. the Knickers were black silk type witha red ribbon on the front.I slowly brought the Knickers to my nose, and took a deep sniff and closed my eyes. God they smelt good. A mixture of Aunties pussy and a bit of pee. By Now I was bursting out of my boxer shorts. I opened my eyes to inspect the knickers further. I was thrilled to see a couple of aunties dark.