"A dog sure can grin. He was just like a man. I smelled and I was icky and sticky, but I had to laugh, he was so funny."

"I patted him on the head and went into the house. I had to hold my robe closed, but out away from my front so I wouldn't get it smeared with his stuff."

"I took a shower and went to bed again. I went right to sleep, too, which surprised me in the morning when I woke up and realized it."

"I wasn't ashamed of what I'd done with Bo. It was just something very private – just between him and me. I knew he wouldn't tell…"

"Oh, yeah, it happened again."

"I didn't think about it, I didn't plan for it to happen again. But the same sort of pressures started working on me and I was unconsciously intrigued, I guess, and wanted to do it again."

"During the time between when I went to feed him and exercise him and train him, Bo was very good. I mean, he did everything right. He even ran some races I didn't think he was capable of, against three of our best dogs."

"Just for me, I think."

"But it was embarrassing sometimes he'd see me in the morning and bark and leap up on me and his cock would slide out – all shocking pink and wet and long."

"Right away I had to teach him 'NO!' After a couple times of pushing him away and a hard voice he got the idea. He learned to stay down and not presume."

"But he kept looking at me kind of puzzled and yearning and hoping, all the time. He didn't forget."

"Well, finally, one night I was that way again. I went into Dad's room and saw he was out sleeping like a dead man; just his chest moving. Zonked on barbs."

"I went into my room and turned the light on and took off my robe and pajamas and looked at myself in the mirror. Like I said, I've got a fine pair of breasts and my nipples stick out good, but the rest is nice, rounded fat. Plump… pleasingly plump. I haven't changed any in the three years since… not physically anyway."