I screamed and shifted my ass some. His cock still lodged deep inside me. I started toward him, curious if he would repeat the act, then turned around. I was in heaven. I bit my lip and arched my back. I found he wanted me more if I didn’t wash. Barney, I had put in his kennel. For me I don’t think it was even sexual right that second. I probably let him lick longer than I should have before I stopped him. I think, initially, I had assumed the large bulb at the base was somehow associated with his balls. He turned his head sideways, licking eagerly. I turned and shrieked swiping at Barney’s nose. I fed the parrot, a sickly looking thing that looked like death was at its doorstep, I fed the cat, and last the big lug of a golden retriever named Barney. Instantly, my legs went rubbery. A kind of desperation. I didn’t consider doing that again but I remember that wild summer. When they came home, I was waiting for them. He jumped off me, barking loud and shrill right in my ear.
