Using the walls to keep us upright, we eventually made it to the living room couch. I knew it had nothing to do with sex—Frank was just proving his dominance—but I could not help and feel a twinkle of arousal between my legs. Leaning sideways, the two soon crossed their bodies and started licking each other’s growing dicks. Then again, they were humping each other, a point which I soon pointed out. I repeated the question. “What’s wrong?” asked Beans, having obviously enjoyed the incestuous kiss. But as weird as it was, hearing them insult each other in those sensual feminine voices turned me on. I repeated the question. It took me a few seconds before I realized it was actually Frank who had spoken—I was drunk, remember? Although only barely noticeable, Frank was bigger than Beans—in case you were wondering, my friend did indeed name her dogs Frank and Beans. She chuckled. Before they could come up with a logical reason, I started a speech that ended up convincing them to share the first—but definitely not
