He lay at her feet, sprawled out with his head on his forepaws.He lay at her feet, sprawled out with his head on his forepaws. "You're not much of a stud, Dumdum." She chided the dog, "one pop and you're pooped. Too pooped to pop, too pooped to pop." She got up and began dancing around the room, acting silly and singing to Dumdum, who leapt to his feet and raced around the room as she sang in a little girls voice. "He's too pooped, he's too pooped, he's just too pooped to pop. Lick a pussy, lick a pussy, then he's got to stop." She sang the refrain over and over again, laughing while she sang to Dumdum. She laughed and spread her arms wide in a parody of a stage singer at the end of a song, and Dumdum took it as an invitation, standing on his hind legs, his forepaws clasping and going over her shoulders. Lisa staggered at his weight, then hugged him close, his head higher than hers, his foolish tongue lolling from his mouth. She petted his sleek fawn colored coat, patting and petted him telling him that he was a 'good dog,' then dropped her hand to pet his soft belly and explore his male sheath. She could feel the bony animal cock hidden inside the furry foreskin and by stroking and milking, felt it harden a little while the pink tip emerged to be tickled by her finger tips. His weight, forepaws on her shoulders, was almost too much for Lisa, pushing him down, took him home, fed him and waited for Bill to get home. .. "Anything new at work, Bill?" "Not a thing, sweetheart, just the same old grind, how about your day, anything exciting happen around the old homestead?" "Well, except for taking Dumdum for a walk, nothing new around here either. |