Then, she felt again the presence of her Genghis and heard him whining as he crept on his belly between Gallant Red's hind-legs toward her upturned crotch. What a true wolf he was, the jealous darling… but she knew the sight of her naked raised thighs and her exposed soft white buttocks and moist pink slit beneath its sparse, blonde curls was attracting him. Hadn't she taught him that way…?

She gave a start when she felt his cold damp nose brush against the tiny raised circle of her anus, then she sensed the length of his hot, moist tongue lash out and lick up through the smooth crevice of her ass, splaying the puffy lips of her pink cunt like a fleshy spatula, grazing her raw inner flesh the length of her split to the erect nub of her clitoris, and she moaned audibly, her lovely legs and feet working like clutching hands and arms as they pumped Gallant Red's massive black prick wickedly!

CHAPTER TWO

It had to be arthritis, Juan Chaverez mused sullenly. What else… unless it was that damned bed he and Rosita lumped to the center in like a sailor's hammock? God, how his back ached. He drove the dilapidated Chevy with an air of regality in posture, but only to relieve the pain above his hips. Slowly, he brought the vehicle to a halt and the massive woman beside him rolled out.

"Will you come for breakfast?" she asked in Spanish.

"Woman, I told you, I have that Goddamned horse to groom… and I'm lucky if I can bend over and pick up the currycomb…"

"I only asked you…"

"Keep the coffee hot," he grumbled in their native tongue. "I still haven't figured out why we came to work an hour and a half early on a Saturday morning. We gain no more money for our stupid kindness…"