He attempted to stand but in his excitable state his balance and strength failed him as he tried to push himself up off the bench. The pigeons flutter...ed to make room for the woman's bare feet as she knelt in front of Gregory and put her hands in his lap. The sight of her apple sized breasts and cold-hardened nipples put a thirst in his mouth he hadn't known in some time, and when her gaze caught his again he found he couldn't look away."The season is now," She said very seriously.Gregory's. "Sure. Here ya go." She presented a pack of kools, my old brand. I took one and borrowed her lighter."Mind if I join you?" I asked"Not at all. Are you here all alone?" No, I'm here with some friends but they are dancing and so this time I'm the 5th wheel. How bout you?"She developed a far away look on her face. It was a mix of sadness and anger. "I was here with a friend, but she took off with some guy and now, here I am."I felt bad for her. That same thing had happened to me plenty of. She moans loud, is trembling frantic and she almost loose consciousness. Then, for a moment, Hector stops licking, and Red can take a deep breath. But not for long. Hector steps up, place his front legs on her back and closing in to her. Red notices in disbelieve the dog’s cock, searching for his mark. His precum spreads between her legs, which makes the whole area wet and slippery. Then she feels the tip of Hectors’ cock in her ass. “Oh no, not my ass”, runs through her mind. Pure instinctive. ”“Gee, thanks, Cinnamon.”Armed with a flashlight and dressed in a sweatshirt and latex gloves, I led the way down into the low-ceilinged basement. I’m not sure you can actually call this a basement. It was more like a deep area in the crawlspace that only extended under the kitchen. At some time in the distant past it was used as a fruit cellar for canned goods. A shelf held a series of canning jars, covered with layers of dirt but full of unidentifiable foodstuffs. They all had paper labels on.