Chapter 79: Bow Wow Ballet

Kathy was a little disappointed: Daddy was already asleep when she and Mommy entered the bedroom.

"The poor thing," Mommy cooed as she turned back the sheets, "he's all tired out from the play." Kathy slid in beside her and snuggled close. "The usher seated Mrs. Potter on his lap and I think she put up quite a struggle."

"Mrs. Potter?" Kathy asked with genuine surprise. "I didn't think she'd let anyone stretch her sphincter, except her husband."

"Even an unusual woman like Mrs. Potter has to pay homage to a heroine like 'O, '" Mommy explained. "She wouldn't be free to do what she does if 'O' hadn't lead the way."

"Oh, I see." She gave Mommy a big kiss and surrendered herself to exploration. It wasn't long before the look-a-likes were so entwined that it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began, even their sighs and delightful moans blended together in the kind of harmony that only family can achieve. Later, as Kathy caressed her mother's moist hair and felt her soft breath warm her breast, she wondered how parents in that "other" world comforted their children.

Morning found Kathy still enwrapped in Mommy's arms with Daddy's big right paw draped over both of them. She slipped out of the parental embrace and went softly down the hall. She peaked into brother Billy's room and smiled when she saw Christi sleeping peacefully at the foot of his bed, then snatched her hairbrush from her room before tiptoeing down the stairs and out the front door. She sat on the steps and brushed her hair as she watched the neighborhood come to life.

The birds were singing and the smell of the grass and flowers was wonderful. Kathy whistled a happy tune as she watched a battered old black van with out of state plates screech to a stop at he end of the block. It's side door suddenly slid open and out flew her friend Donna and her little sister. The two pretty ladies landed -- plop -- on the grassy curb and waved good-bye as their playmates sped away then brushed themselves off and skipped merrily home.

The sound of the van door slamming brought Mutzi from the backyard. He sniffed the air and was off like a shot, but Donna and her sister had a head start and reached their house before he could plead his case. The shepherd was heading home when he caught the scent of the Draper's new domestic, a convent girl not much older than Kim. The bare bottomed girl was fetching the morning newspaper from under a bush when amorous canine caught her by surprise.

The girl's cries drew the attention of her master and Kathy couldn't help but cackle when Mr. Draper retrieved his paper, patted the hunching dog's head and returned to the house. He reappeared a moment later with a ball gag that he forced into his mounted maid's protesting mouth.

"What a thoughtful man," Kathy commented to no one in particular.

"Who ya talking to?" Chrsti chirped from over Kathy's shoulder.

"Oh," Kathy gasped, "you scared me," She smiled sweetly as Christi sat down beside her. The pair exchanged a good morning kiss and held hands as they watched the bow wow ballet.

"Tonight's the night!" Kathy enthused. "Just think, in just a few hours we'll be with Michael."

"Yeah," Christi replied tentatively, "I just hope he doesn't try any of that foreplay stuff on me. How can you stand it when guys do that? Yuck!" She looked back across the street, when their mighty dog was vainly trying to remove his knotted cock from his latest conquest. "Why can't guys be more like Mutzi. Now, he's my kind of man: he sees what he wants and just hops on and takes it."

"You are so silly."

"No, I'm serious. I'd love it if guys knotted up after they come." Christi smiled wickedly. "It hurts so good."

Mutzi was now hopelessly stuck and barking loudly. Mrs. Draper appeared from the side of the house turned the water hose on him. The splash gave him the start he needed to break free of his heavenly prison. Satisfied, he trotted back to his own yard and sat serenely at the girls' feet.

Christi scratched the panting pooch behind the ear. In return, he gave her right nipple a gentle lick. "I sure hope we have as much fun with ' darling' Michael tonight as ol' Mutzi's having this morning."

"Now, Michael promised to be rough with you," Kathy tickled her beloved's nose, "so quit worrying your little torture mouse head."

"Oh, okay," Christi sighed dramatically, "if you say so."

"Come on." Kathy hopped to her feet and pulled Christi up after her. "We've got to get ready and I don't have a thing to wear."

"You mean?" Christi exclaimed eagerly.

"Shopping!"