it isn’t, Mom. “There she is.” Dad smiled and opened his arms, offering himself to me as soon as I’d stepped out of the car. I hadn’t made love to him in nearly a week and I’d been missing it. His muzzle rubbed against my cheeks and lips as we kissed. “And I thought your book was very good.”
“Did you?” I smiled and he gave me a sincere look, nodding his head. “Good boy.” I smiled and rubbed his neck. And the knot was still coming, I reminded myself, right there slapping against my sex and trying to get inside. “Everything okay in here?”
“Yep.” I nodded, looking around too. “Why don’t you lie down and take a rest? I needed the exercise.” He looked around. It became thickest in the middle, like a long, over-stuffed sausage, and narrowed at the ends. Dad looked like he’d gained a little weight, but that was okay.
