‘To tell the truth, she’s fancied you almost from the first time you met her, but has not felt the confidence to make any moves on someone intelle...tually so far above her. You would be doing both of us a favour.’ I stirred around in my latte, trying to make sense of what Monique had been saying, and hoping that I wouldn’t wake just yet. ‘I will of course reimburse you for the meal and movies. And anything else you may need to spend … motel bills and all that.’ Monique looked away from me and. Her husband had a wonderful dog named Barney who was a black and tan German Shepherd/St. Bernard mix. He was about the size of a shepherd, with all the goofy enthusiasm of a young energetic dog not long out of puppyhood. I spent a lot of time after school at my sister’s house since she lived only a couple streets over from me and I didn’t have much else to do once homework was done.Barney was a happy, horny dog who always followed me around sticking his nose in my crotch like most dogs tend to. It meant that we were also dipping about clumps of trees and outcroppings of rock every few minutes, losing sight of each other from time to time. It forced us to be extra cautious along the way.Being cautious also forced us to be alert and that alertness revealed things that we might have missed if we'd been just whizzing along. What we noticed was the wildlife. The thickets, copses and small clearings were all teeming with wildlife. We saw songbirds flittering from tree to bush and off again,. "Wh-what do you mean?" I ask as Lynn and I go along the two guys to the living room, I have to fetch a whiskey bottle for dad ... a good excuse to be away for a while. They guide us two, talking about our tits and ass all the way, and close the door behind usAs we enter it and get out of dad's line of sight I look at Lynn and control my tears, this is so wrong!"You know mike she has tits that hang just right. You should see them! And the nipples ... oh my GOD! So hot..." Peter describes my jugs.