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Her first sight of the dog made her nervous. She was remembering how he had looked
hunching over May's eager body. She was thinking of Pogo as a wild Don Juan. But his eager barks and licks reminded the girl that this was after all just a dog. She didn't have to be afraid of him Pogo had no more idea of the significance of what she had seen last night than the chair did. He was just a dog! She knew how to handle dogs. Lacey watched fascinated as Pogo devoured a large can of meat chunks with gravy. She watched his mouth wrestle with the hunks of meat. She watched the way his long pink tongue darted out to lap up the gravy. He made dog food look like the most delicious thing on earth. She remembered the enthusiasm he had displayed as he drove his cock again and again and again far up into May's welcoming pussy. It was the same kind of enthusiasm he was showing now for the food. Lacey reflected that that was perhaps the major factor that separated animals from humans - an eager, guilt-free appreciation of the pleasures of the senses. It was only when someone forgot to be guilty and learned to enjoy sex wholeheartedly that he was eligible to be termed a sexual "animal". Without really realizing what was happening, Lacey was getting more and more excited as she watched Pogo eat. Her brain kept making associations between the way the dog had screwed May last night, and the way he was eating now. She grew mesmerized by his long agile tongue. It moved so quickly, so eagerly. Her pussy was getting hotter and wetter underneath her nightclothes. Last night's episode had left Lacey very vulnerable to sensuality. It was almost as if her brain had been supercharged with erotic input. Instead of coming down from her perverted arousal, she was experiencing the excitement all over again. Her cunt was demanding |
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