Chapter 22: The Hound

At least for Cosette, shopping for Christmas gifts was easy. Julie was on-line buying an e-reader, the top-end Kindle.

Sylvie and Theo used a small portion of his Poop-Co settlement to buy a bike with smaller (24-inch) wheels suitable for her. The frame was suitable for all, kids and small adults, and did not have an old-fashioned and obvious “boys’” (high) or “girls’” (low) upper bar. The paint was an intense metallic forest green. When Julie saw the bike once it was fully assembled and hidden, she said that Cosette would love it.

As threatened, Julie bought several sex toys for her adult “tenants” but promised to keep them hidden. The Pilot (her new SUV) had a hidden compartment in the back, so she hid the toys inside it and kept the doors locked while it was parked.

Pam and Nate cooperated with the Garniers to buy an assortment of risqué underwear, including some of her preferred string-backed panties. Pam found some extremely transparent yet supportive and comfortable sports bras. There were even some available that fit her, lifting her over-sized breasts up surprisingly. When she modeled one of them for Nate, he simply attacked her with ferocious but loving passion.

Later, she held up her ripped panties and said, “Nate, I guess you want to see these bras on Julie. And Sylvie?”

Nate didn’t answer her directly. He just smiled, wolfishly, and began stroking his hardening cock. Then he gently put his hand on the side of her face and kissed her. Rapidly, their tongues were dancing together. Then Pam relaxed backwards and spread her legs wide, because Nate was already fully rigid and ready.

Still laced with his come, her vagina welcomed Nate with easy enthusiasm. His excitement was infectious and shortly she was clutching at his shoulders with more orgasms.

When they were done, Pam laughed.

“It’s so wet down there. You, you hosed me.”

Then, she got more contemplative.

“Nate, I worry sometimes. What if I got breast cancer and they had to be removed, uh, surgically? Would you still love me?”

“What, you mean those big annoying things that are getting in my way? Sure, I will.”

“You are the worst liar ever. But it was nice of you to say that.”

“To be absolutely honest, I would miss your tits. But I would miss YOU a hundred times more. I love you, Pam, without a doubt. Without reservations. And also, I read somewhere that having children is, uh, it makes breast cancer much less likely. Prophylactic, that’s the word. Honey, you should look this up. I’m not saying this just because I’m a boobie hound.”

“Boobie Hound?”

“Remember? That’s what Julie calls me. Before I met you, I was definitely admiring her rack. Actually, I still do, come to think of it. Shit, Julie’s right about me.”

“That’s OK. She and I both love our doggie.”

He smiled.

“Woof!”