“Come here boy, I wanna talk to your aunt.” She said firmly.It was the worst consequence possible. It was definitely something I didn’t want to ...ndure. She was silent for a moment and then told me to follow her. We came in her house and sat down on the couch. She put her hand on my fly and started rubbing my dick. It made it hard again. Mrs. Lopez said I had to do what she said if I didn’t want her to talk about my voyeur sessions in the backyard.She stood up and took off her dress. She had. "Wait, wait, Bonnie; let's go upstairs." We ran up like little children, shedding clothing as we went, pausing only because she couldn't get her leather pants off without stopping. Her pubes were shaven, a condition she took to a few years after the death of her husband, when she began dating again. When I had first seen her that way, I thought of doing the same, but was unsure about how my husband would react. Maybe it was time. We were naked by the time we got to my bedroom door, scattered. She nodded with her head toward her hotly throbbing vagina, then put her finger down and pointed to it."Lick it, Champ," she said in a hoarse whisper. The huge German shepherd lowered his head to the now panting girl's warmly perfumed pussy and began sniffing. His tail wagged and trembled as though he had found a bitch in heat. The naked young girl moaned in shock as the cold nose suddenly made contact with her tiny puckered anus. Then Champ's long warm tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and. She licked her lips eagerly.Charlie made a simple breakfast eggs, toast, juiceand coffee. He allowed Becky to sit at the table and use silverware this time.After the meal she cleaned up and then sat at the table with him. They had a fewthings to talk over.They had already discussed the options for hermarking. A tattoo seemed permanent enough. The design and placement wereCharlie?s decision as far as she was concerned. He showed her a colored picture of the tattoo; atwisting pale green vine.