Dog-walking part two

Dog walking part two. Yesterday I told you how I came to be my mother’s friend’s dog-walker. Well, I really got to liking the underwear Marie wore, and started to look at my sister’s underwear too, but she wore those sensible Marks and Sparks passion killers. After  a few weeks, Marie and her husband said […]

Dog walking

My story starts when I was young.  I was very naive and had only ever kissed a girl in games like ‘kiss-chase’, and they weren’t what you’d call kisses.  My mother was very friendly with a couple that owned a large dog, and the wife, Marie, asked my mum if I would like to dog-walk […]