. I’ll get you a treat for being such a fine cat.”How can you NOT love the woman who loves your pets?Pickles was chewing his treat. Gee pushed me ...out the back door.“Strip. Let’s hose off. We don’t want all this mess in the shower.”“Smart girl,” I said.Like I said, we’re private. The house is well back from the road, invisible due to the dogleg I put in the driveway, and we’re in the back of the house. You can’t see the neighbors in any direction.Easy. Pile of clothes. Garden hose. Cold water,. I responded. We were now in rhythm. I pulled out and she pulled back. And then my split second timing we would thrust at each other. She was no hysterical. Crying, laughing and moaning. Trembling when I thrust forward and the sighing as I drew back. This went on for 20 to 30 minutes. I was tiring now. I still could not get about 4 inches into her. But it did not matter. I was pushing and ramming into her so hard that she kept moving up the bed. Then we had top come down the bed again to start. I chose a lovely, lacy pink thong and matching push-up bra. I pulled therubber band from my hair and freed up my rich shoulder length wavy locksas I stood in front of the bedroom mirror brushing my thick mane. Iadmired my thin frame and the slight curve from my narrowed waist to myhairless hips.As I set my brush down, I folded my underwear down to reveal my tinyhairless boy-clit. I wiggled it a bit provocatively and inserted a padbetween my legs to keep my leaking under control. Depending upon. I just hoped it was not a sticky one.The drop took me by surprise, but I rolled and stood up immediately. A dead end.Worse – a trap. Though the fall had not hurt me, thanks to the spongey floor ankle-deep in glowing gloop, the slippery walls were too high to scale and devoid of holes suggesting an exit. I started exploring the surface up close in case a door was sealed so tight as to be invisible, on high alert for that aura of dread that proceeded the creature’s assaults.My hand brushed a bump.