Valerie opened the back of the station wagon and the two big black-and-tan hounds came bounding out, yelping and squirming, happy to be in the country again – and perhaps looking forward to the pleasures they had grown accustomed to from their mistress.

Valerie stroked their heads and then, glancing toward the cabin to make sure that Cindy wasn't watching, she knelt down between the wriggling dogs and slid her hands under them, stroking their pricks.

Buck and King stopped wriggling and stood stiff-legged and quivering. Their cocks began to swell and harden. Valerie ran her hands up and down their cocks for a moment, loving the way those pricks responded, starting to throb so promisingly. But then she drew away and stood up. The dogs gazed up at her in a puzzled manner. Usually when Valerie started playing with their cocks, interesting things transpired. But at the moment the woman was more interested in Cindy.

Just because a woman was an animal lover didn't mean that she couldn't be kind to girls, as well.

"Later, fellas," she said. "Go chase a fucking rabbit or something – Momma's gonna chase some hot pussy."

The hounds gave the canine equivalent of a shrug, knowing from long experience that they would soon be called into service. They began to frolic in the yard, and Valerie went into the cabin.

Cindy was putting the boxes and cans on a high shelf in the small kitchen alcove, wanting to make herself welcome and helpful – and, in her innocence, never dreaming just how helpful she could be to a woman of Valerie's deviate inclinations. As the girl stretched up, her tee shirt was drawn to the contours of her succulent tits and the crotch-band of her shorts was dragged into her cunt gash.

Cindy turned to the older woman, smiling.

The two were nicely contrasted. Cindy was a blonde, her hair worn short and curly, with big blue eyes and that bouncy, nubile, spectacular body. Valerie was green eyed, with a wide, sensual mouth. Her hair falling straight to her shoulders.