The facility turned out to be a cool, fenced, high-roofed open building, fresh-smelling with a layer of clean straw for a floor. I drove home in a bit of a haze, warmed up some supper, showered, washed my hair and collapsed on my bed in a deep sleep for nearly 10 hours. Still, as the moments dragged on, the movements of his tongue in my mouth and his hand on my butt became downright arousing. But even with all the washing, some of the bitch-heat must have lingered on me because just as I was about to enter the farm house to retrieve my dress and puppy contract, a lovely Scotch Collie came bounding up, nose and tail in the air, hard cock swinging below and headed straight for me. “Come and meet Honey”. Even his breath and mouth felt fresh and clean, I reflected during the long, protracted kiss.
