“That’s quite a range...”“Bigger spread than dicks,” I laughed. “I don’t feel bad. I mean, there were a couple of ‘em that I thought w...re pretty, even though they were bigger, but some sagged...”“And that bleach blonde lady...”“Fake,” Ben said. “Couple of fake ones.”“Sara’s are gonna sag,” Bink said, “more than they do.”“I hope mine don’t, right, Ben?” I looked at my mate. “Or maybe you want a pair of those big ol’ balloon ones...”Bink picked up the tease, “ ... with big ol’ nipples and areolas. It was an interesting discussion about being with the dogs, my reaction to the nudity in the woods and the yard around the kennel. They couldn’t help, it seemed, to glance at the kennel building down the slope, envisioning the events in the story.Eventually, the talk moved to ‘normal’ topics away from the story, but that was always just under the surface. How could it not be? I suspect it is not at all unlike happy honeymooners returning home and trying to be ‘normal’ when they have just. ’ He looked at me rather strangely but took my hand and got up. He looked rather shaken so I said, “Sir, let me buy you a cup of coffee as a small recompense for the damage I have done”He nodded and I took him to a better-class café in Martin Place where we had service and privacy. We sat next to each other in a little cubicle and when the coffee came we started talking. Firstly, I apologised again for knocking him over, again calling him “Sir”. He said “ No need for all this “Sir” business. “You don’t know the half of it,” I replied “It’s a pity Terry and Mike couldn’t make it”When she finally awoke at about 10 o’clock, still on the sofa, she looked rough. “God my head and my cunt are aching, I must have been totally gutted last night!” I pulled back the blanket and she saw her tits which were covered in bites. She looked very shocked and sheepish “Did I come in like that last night? I can’t remember doing anything that would have got my tits so bitten. Did you strip me off, had I.