"So you guessed it. About the fifth time I had him in my room, when he was used to it and at home with me on the bed, I started petting him, running my hand down to his belly, to that furry bulge that holds a dog's cock."

"Bo started licking my face. I squeezed that furry holster of his and rubbed it gently… and little by little his cock started to swell up and slide out."

"I was naked. And I guess seeing and feeling his cock slide out like that sort of turned me on, because I got the itch good and strong in my belly, and I wanted him to lick me again, on my big breasts and between my legs. I guess I started to ooze a little down in my slit."

"Bo smelled me. He was laying on his side but he wanted to stand up. I held him down and kept on tenderly fingering his cock. I got a shivery feeling up and down my back. I slid my hand up and down that long thing and I wanted to try it… I really wanted to see what it would feel like inside me."

"You have to understand – it's important – Bo wasn't just a big dog to me. He was somebody who loved me and I needed his love. He adored me. The way he looked up at me with his big brown liquid eyes sometimes… it just turned my heart to water. My heart just did flip-flops. He was a person in a dog's body. He could almost talk to me. I got so I knew exactly what he was thinking and feeling."

"So when I took him into bed with me – it wasn't terrible or perverted. It was just pure love. But I was a pretty mixed-up kid. I really didn't know where my head was at."

"I crooned to Bo, and whispered to him and shushed him when he started to whine too loud or tried to bark. And he knew he was supposed to keep quiet inside the house, there in my room. But sometimes he got really excited and forgot."