Rex was lapping the soft spot behind her knee. Joyce closed her eyes, biting down her lower lip, fighting down the electric-like surges of lust spasming through her pussy. It was so hot, so wet, so mushy down there between her legs! Why was she breathing so hard? Her chest was tight while her mouth turned dry as cotton! As she moved away from the sink counter she gasped, feeling the sexy wet rub of her swollen cuntlips against one another. She stopped, sucking in another deep breath, trying to keep her balance. The dog was right behind her, snuffing at her legs, now actually raising the hem of her dress and sniffing up to her… no, it couldn't be happening! Things like that just didn't happen.. at least not to people like her!

"No!"

Joyce's voice broke as she wheeled around and backed up, slapping Rex right on the snout with her hand. The dog barked, shrank back, his tail dropped between his hindquarters. For a wild second Joyce thought he, was going to leap on top of her and tear out her throat. No, she had bought him as a large puppy, had trained him, loved and fed him. Surely the dog wouldn't turn on her, kill her in her own home.

Her slap seemed to cool down the Shepherd. He turned around, whimpering through his nose and trotted off to another part of the large house. Joyce sighed, feeling her muscles grow limp as the animal disappeared for the moment. She ran her icy fingers through her hair, glancing at the wall clock again. Seven-thirty! She had been home from her part-time job at UCLA's graduate library for nearly an hour and she hadn't put dinner on. Debbie would be coming home soon from her volunteer work at the county hospital. Joyce smiled, wiping her forehead with the back of one hand and trying to ignore that concentrated burning itch still making itself felt between her shivering legs. Debbie had become the ideal daughter, helping her out at home, doing well in school, and now helping out in the hospital as a candy-striper. She smiled, glad she had sacrificed so many years to the raising of her daughter. And now… now she was standing in the kitchen, fully dressed, thinking about how lovely the animal's tongue had felt on her thighs!