It was still early and the sun was still shining. We three girls sat there and Sherry asked: “Tell me again…in detail… how you really learned ...about doggie sex, Phyllis?” I was already aroused and confessed: “It wasn’t just doing the wash that day…it was some time before that when I was younger.I had a girlfriend and we used to play in her playhouse. We were about 16 years old and she had a dog that followed us everywhere including into the playhouse where we used to pull down our panties. Not the gentle, healing warmth of the sun, but the crackling heat from the flames. "Yes. Go. I'll wait."And as suddenly as he had appeared, he was gone.Demeter was worried. Her daughter had been "off" for a number of days now. At first she had shrugged it off to the fickle moods of young adults, but it had gone past that. Her daughter was clinging to her mother at every waking moment. She liked to believe it was due to a renewed fondness, but she was too wise to convince herself of that. She. She smiled shyly and in a touching moment of erotic innocence, actually covered her pussy with her hand. I began to stammer something, struggling to articulate some deeply romantic or insightful comment, some pearl of wisdom that would undoubtedly ensnare her forever. Mercifully, she recognised the discomfort I was in and slowly stepped forward, gently placing a finger tenderly and lightly on my lips. It took all of my strength to stop the quivering and shaking that I felt, though for the life. They were in a jar at the confectioners, a fancy word for the candy store. Right there on the counter, tempting me, calling out my name, reminding me of my earlier conversation with my Mistress. Oh, what I could do with them. I bought three, intending to take them home and use them on myself, or perhaps on Kate. Good intentions that swirled around my head like pristine white flakes in a snow globe before being lost to the here and the now. I found myself in a restroom stall, my heart beating.