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Dog
kept growing, and was soon a loping black beast with a
penis, Hildegard noticed, which was always at least half-erect.
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78 |
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It
was obscene, this unsheathed testosterone...so...well...animal.
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79 |
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'It
just means he's happy,' laughed Andre.
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80 |
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Hildegard
thought of their own sex-life, the sliding-slippery-sudsy
way she liked to do it in the spa. About once a month
was what she liked, and only in the spa. Now that this
pink penis was wandering about the house, Andre wanted
more. That would ruin everything. She liked sex (occasionally)
but she hated being hounded for it, before the
urge was upon her. She wanted to feel the longing, the
desire for a man, but now Andre never left her alone for
long enough for that desire to arise in her.
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Yes,
she hated being hounded.
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Hildegard
heard yelps of joy from the porch and went to investigate.
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She
saw Andre down on all fours, tugging with his mouth for
possession of a gnawed shank-bone with the dog. One end
was between the dog's teeth, the other end between Andre's.
The dog's penis was more that usually erect, and with
fear, Hildegard found her eyes inspecting the corresponding
anatomical area on her husband...relieved that no information
could be gained from the state of the baggy cords he wore.
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The
two males were unaware of her presence — both enjoying
the tussle in the faint scent of urine and the stronger
odour of bargain dog-food that permeated the porch. Her
husband growled convincingly in response to the dog's
playful provocations. It seemed they were communicating
with each other.
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With
a sudden toss of his head, Andre manouevred the shank
deeper into his own mouth, snatching it free from the
dog, but failing to avoid a long trail of dog saliva which
alighted on the end of Andre's nose, hovering over his
mouth.
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At
this moment, he became aware of Hildegard watching him,
and he turned to her, the end of the bone still in his
mouth.
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'I
got it darling, I won,' he said, beaming.
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Just
at that moment, the dog-spittle dropped slowly into his
smiling, unresisting mouth.
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And
Hildegard saw that his arms and neck were sprouting coarse
black hair, and that the top of one ear was folding forward
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