Lucy and I now had three. They were a handful at times, but I loved them like you wouldn’t believe. “They’re in Melody’s room taking a nap.” “I guess that tells me where Max is.” Lucy laughed as she told me that they were all sleeping on Max. That came as no surprise. I joined her as I rolled the chair back and swung my legs over Kurt’s prone form. He looked up as I pulled Lucy into my lap for a long tender kiss. She reached down to run her fingers through Max’s son’s fur. Max was the offspring of four generations of AKC national champions. I had placed several ads in the Memphis newspapers and In the AKC journal seeking a bitch to breed with him. Normally, a lot of money changes hands, but that didn’t interest me at all. What I wanted was at least one of the male puppies—two if there were six or more. I faxed Max’s papers and photos to indian three candidates, rejecting two because they didn’t quite measure up. Max successfully impregnated on the first try and the result was seven pups. Once they were weaned I took the two biggest—one for me and one for Daryl. I named mine Kurt; his was named Wolfgang—Wolf, for short. We trained both dogs together and we had help from Max whose softcore presence ensured that both pups paid attention. One growl from him kept them on task. Now Max was retired from daily police work although I did use him twice when I had a need for two dogs while tracking felons in the thick woods at the north end of the county. I had just been reelected a second time and I’d done no campaigning, exactly as I had promised. I let my actions speak for me. Crime was down more than sixteen percent and I’d taken a hard line on drug peddlers, but stressed the need for treatment over prison for drug users. I had joined Rotary at the suggestion of my father-in-law and I had spoken several times about our efforts to stem the flow of drugs into the county and our anti-gang efforts which had proved to be extremely successful. Just as important, I cooperated eagerly with local law enforcement, something that had never happened in the past. Now I sat with Lucy on my lap assured of another four-year term as sheriff. She had just broken our kiss when she asked me, “I wonder if you have any idea how rich you are. Do you?” “I know exactly how rich I am. I have a wonderful loving wife, three beautiful young daughters, and two furry beasts to protect us. I have in-laws who seem to love me as much as I love them and we live in a community where people live and work together in harmony and I have a successful career doing what I love every day. That’s rich enough for me. Can it possibly be any better?” “Probably not,” Lucy answered, “but the improbable Solo just happened. Daddy phoned to invite us to dinner. He’s going to masturbation retire within the next month. That means that I’ll take over running the company. Daddy has always told me that he was going to give it to me.” “That’s nice, but how much time will that take? I pulled out and he entered her again, I laid back watching her breasts wiggle every time he pushed in, and seeing the juices on him every time he pulled back. She was going over to her friend’s house for their Thursday study group. Probably because I was angry, I let her have it from a power point of view and I left the conditioning session playing for a while longer than I should have. She glared at me for a few moments and then burst into laughter. I’ve got a splitting headache. No one at the dance had more fun than I softcore did that night! "And what do you expect me to do? She pulled up, lifted Solo her mouth and I saw that he was squirting fountains of jizz. I grabbed a quick bite to eat and then headed over to my parents house. She leans up and our lips connect once more. That's when we had an appointment to meet Frank and Sharon and meeting them would prove to be a seismic shift in the course of our lives. I said I just want to have sex with you right now. But now it was this new revelation that was keeping me from sleeping. Imagining him thrusting into her, shoving his big, fat cock into her pussy and pummeling her exposed womanhood intensified her desire and drove her toward a climax. An omelet, cooked in butter, and indian filled with goat cheese, mushrooms, and diced fresh tomatoes. Today, after church, I would meet with my family and figure out how to transform first Rainier and then the rest of our area into perfection. As we all begin to settle down and return to normal, Amy takes BJ’s hand and leads her over to me. “BJ, are you having a good time?” I ask. Well, he had knocked over one of the lawn chairs and had to look on his face like he was up to no good. Here I swallowed hard remembering every second that had passed. DISCLAIMER #3: While themes of the story certainly can be dark, I do try to keep things light with a certain "comic book" style. “Let’s stay like this, take it easy,” I said, keeping us masturbation lying on our sides. I’m gonna have to see her today."