She pinched my nipples, and pulled them hard. It felt nice, and did not hurt. She washed my feet and legs, and poked her finger in my ass. It was not ...an unpleasant feeling, but I did not like it. She reached down, grabbed my balls, and covered them with soap, and washed them gently, but with vigor. She soaped up her hands, and grabbed my now rising cock. She washed it gently, stroking it up, down, and twisting around it. I knew what she was doing, and it was alright with me. She was getting me. She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. She was wearing a bikini bottom that did very little to cover her bottom and a top that he only guessed included two triangles over her nipples with strings to hold it all in place. "See what Eric missed out on?" she said, rather proud of herself that she could and would wear such a thing. "I wouldn't wear this at the pool or the beach, but I thought he might have fun untying the bows in the bedroom when we got back to our hotel for the evening.. Is you a good boy?” she says as she ruffles his forehead and neck.She keeps on talking, her hands working his big neck and down to his chest, rubbing him, making him feel very welcome. “You’re a beautiful boy ... You’re very handsome! Aren’t you? Yes you are...”She looks up at Leo as she continues to fondle the dog’s chest, working her hands over his short hair, down under his belly. Rubbing her hand over his sheath, against his cock ... She giggles as she feels it beginning to get hard.. .” I closed my eyes. “And next thing I knew we were kissing.”“Did you like her more in that way by then?” Heather asked, ever so gently.I remained immobile, staring at a distant fishing boat light.Oh, to be out on the gentle sea, far from the problems of this earth... “That’s the thing, I didn’t really. Not in the way that I like you. Or even the way I liked Julie. I ... Shit...”The crying returned. Heather wrapped an arm around me.“Shh, shh,” she comforted.“That’s why I feel so bad,” I moaned..