"Damn! Damn!" the fiercely incited Karen cursed under her breath, quickly pulling her panty crotch band back over her saliva-moistened vagina as she shivered maddeningly from the impassioned sensations electrifying her hotly inflamed young loins in their almost reached orgasmic moment! Who the devil could it be? She raged inwardly, then heard Barbara Keller's throaty voice speaking to Satyr through the screened door.

"Well, hello there, handsome! Where's your pretty mistress…? Oh, there you are, honey," their stunning, new neighbor greeted as Karen emerged with forced calm from the washroom. She was a comparatively tall girl, older than Karen by several years, with an extremely attractive face, fluffy mini-bobbed, coal-black hair, enchanting onyx-eyes, and an enviously curved body which she revealingly enhanced by wearing the meagerest and tightest ensembles available. "You washing or something, honey? Hope I didn't interrupt?"

"No… no, I… ah, was getting a bone for Satyr," Karen stammered, helplessly trembling as she sensed the uncontrollable flush to her cheeks. God, that had been stupid, she quickly realized… a bone from the washroom? Her attractive caller's head cocked to one side as if in wonderment, but Karen refused to notice, managing a smile as she concentrated on the other's skin-tight white shorts and matching, low-cut halter. "My, don't you look fresh and cool, though? How about some coffee?"

"Love it, hon, and thanks for the compliment," Barbara replied, watching the big German shepherd take the bone from her curvaceous blonde neighbor's hand and march toward the door.