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_I have been experiencing writers block (again) for the thousandth time or so, and to solve it, I said fuck it and just wrote whatever the hell ended up coming out. Thus follow a quick smut scene with no real intention. I get to say I wrote something finally, and you all get to have a decently fun story. Hope you enjoy. Feedback appreciated. _

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You return home from your job that evening tired and frustrated. Work was shit, your muscles are sore, and you are angry at your boss over siding with a shitty customer against you. You want nothing more than to just throw off your clothes, climb into bed, and leave consciousness behind you... until you open the front door and a wave of unfathomable musk hits you. It's pervasive, and spicy, and has the usual effect of instantly boning you up. Must be one of your father's bimbos he frequently invites over in a drunken haze. You brace yourself expecting to find them probably slam fucking on the living room couch, as you have caught him similarly dozens of times before.

The fun part of that is of course getting to see your Dad's chiseled ass flexing, he is a pretty handsome specimen of man folk who you have to admit is attractive, if obviously unavailable. Sometimes in the past you've just chilled against the wall an fapped to them fucking, in that particular case she caught you and was clearly into it, especially after he noticed and just started going harder. She ended up squirting everywhere, which you didn't care about so much, but he noticed you watching finally and just kept going, apparently to assert his dominance over her as 'his' while staring you down grinning and suddenly becoming very vocal towards her. At this point it became less attractive of a show, as his idea of sexy talk was anything but sexy, but you stayed until he nutted his litter in her, still staring you down, and you finished yourself off and left. After all, you've less interest in potential siblings than he has in siring them. You only hope he used protection.

The stirring in your pants lures a heavy sigh from you, a woman's heat affects you, despite your sexuality. You resign yourself to taking care of that later and start to round the corner. You can already hear your Father's grunts of frustration, as expected. You take a deep sniff, hoping to at least catch a whiff of him in her to savor, and sure enough the usual musk of earthy deep tones are there, but strangely mixed more wholly up in the heat.

"Fuck, how do you bitches ever get off? This shit is useless." Guess she must be a terrible lay or something, you hear a few more grunts of frustration. You poke your head in for a glimpse at the couch and gasp audibly. Spread eagle on the couch not fucking some chick, is your father, fully nude facing towards you. His legs splayed apart, the source of the heat is immediately obvious, as his engorged and flaming pussy pushes out around the fingers he has fricking into himself, a look of adorable desperation on his bearded mug. Your jaw drops an inch staring at the fuzzy slit, as he buggers himself with extremely poor skill, having clearly never actually focused on what pleased a woman beyond his own prick inside them, which normally would be dangling between those muscular thighs below his plump furry belly.

"Dad??" You step into the room, suddenly your boner thumping inside its cloth confines with genuine interest. Its only now he opens his eyes to see you and true embarrassment overcomes him. He pulls the slick fingers from his enraged muff, clear sap dripping off him as he leaks, the pheromones spreading their need into the room.

"Boy. Get out, I don't want you to see me like this..." he whines, his pussy winking still in the open air, his chest rising heavily in a gasp of exasperation. "It's not what you think. Go to your room, I'm still the man of this house." He bravado doesn't match nervous look, lacking any of the usual challenge in his eyes, even as he rolls his fingers pads against each other, spreading his slick.

"What the heck happened to your cock?"

"Fuck off, its just... misplaced. "

"How the fuck? You have a fucking pussy Dad." You find yourself staring your Dad in the hole rather than talking to his face, your mouth going strangely dry like you've never experienced before to any actual woman.

"Yeah no fuck dipshit. Instead I've been cursed with this damned useless cunt. I've been fingering it for two hours now and it's not responding to anything. I miss my mountain of cock... I can't cum." he whines pitifully, his tail flicking up finally covering his indecency. He'd never been shy in front of you before, and here he was hiding his shame. It brought a slight smile to your face.

"Can't cum? You? Pinnacle of maleness? What, suddenly don't know how to get a lady off? Shocker." You smugly cross your arms and enter the room proper, standing in front of him.

"Shut up cur, I'm still more man than you'll ever be with that lipstick dick of yours. AS if you've ever gotten a woman off." a low growl emanates from his chest.

"Yeah, that's cuz I'm gay, not because I'm inept like you fucker. I could get a woman off if I wanted. Easily."

"Fuck you, as if. Only a real man could get this cunt off. Your shrimp dick could never."

"I wouldn't even need my dick Dad. I could do it with just one hand."

"Nuh uh, no way. I've been at his for fucking HOURS. How could you?"

"Skill issue."

"Prove it."

".... what?" you stare at your Dad, not expecting this turn of events. Your eyes drip down from his handsome face, strong eyes defiant but somehow... pleading, down his muscular chest, barrel chest, and then to the puffy mound just hidden behind his tail, which... just started wagging slowly. He lets a sudden moan out and arches his back and tenses, clearly a wave of heat traveling down his spine as the reality of his words sink in. His wolfish tail suddenly rolls down over the edge of the couch, and a dribble of pre spurts out of the sensitive hole.

"fuuuuck... You heard me. Just solve this damn problem, it won't stop. My body is on fire. Get me off kiddo." Your cock pulses alive in your work pants. Even if his sexual anatomy has changed unexpectedly, your desire has peaked. He's still your old man, and he just asked you to get him off. Those words exist in reality. "Shit. NOW son, I need to get off so bad." he whines, but his tail is still wagging alluringly, fanning his scent towards you. You decide there not to question it.

You throw your bag into the armchair and kick your shoes off, walking over to your Dad. He closes his eyes and spreads his legs again, almost casually. His wet hand drifts towards his face and he breaths himself in. "Are you smelling yourself?" You drop to your knees in front of him, suddenly unsure where to begin and caught entirely off guard. Your cock throbs.

"Shut it and jack me. I can smell whatever I want. I've been driving myself into a crazy horny fervor since it happened. I fucking love this stink." He suckles his fingers, moaning. He's lost to his own lust, seemingly forgetting this fucked up situation instantly. The horny haze has got him, full swing. You breathe in, and honestly have to agree. Pungent odors of sweat and sex stain the air; it's still entirely him, his usual aroma of fresh musk, peppery and rich. It's earthy and deep, and slightly salty like a public pool. The gentle hint of his vanilla wash still clinging behind the heavier tones of his lust. You stare at his new hole; you don't know how it got there, but it's red and swollen, the hood engorged heavily and gently vibrating in the air, already covered in his own spit and juices.

"Yeah. You do smell pretty good..." you breathe, caring less and less about propensity. The pink cherry leaks at your words, and you reach over running a hand down his inner thighs, right to his budding folds. You look at his face, suckling cutely at his fingers, his eyes softly open at you, blinking. You have to admit, this vulnerable side of him.... it's really cute, and you thumb at his vagina. He surges at the gentle touch, breathing out heavily.

"Holy... hasn't anything felt like that before..." he eyes are wide and bewildered and you smirk up at him as you bring your other hand forward, gliding under his left thigh and coming to rest on his hip while you gently stroke his lower lips with your other thumb, running from bottom to top, around the hood and back down, barely touching. He breathes deeply. A sudden embarrassment colors his fuzzy cheeks and defiance returns. "Don't just tease me, I'm ready to fucking gush damn it. Get me off! Or can you not do it?"

You roll your eyes, "just lay back and enjoy it asshole." You figure you can teach him a lesson in this moment and show him the one thing he's been missing with all his 'bitches' the whole time. Something you regrettably know for a fact from an overly chatty lay of his who tried to solicit you after he fell asleep one night without getting her off. He never even touched her clit. You push gently at the hood, lifting it up to reveal the cute pink button and make a little swirl around it. This drives him wild as he throws his head back, too stunned to speak. The sounds coming from him get cute and his belly pushes out as he lifts his butt to rise into your finger. Your thumb slides off his clit and onto his drenched hole, and he lets out a slow, low whimper of 'fuck me'.

If you hadn't thought of doing so before, it's definitely on your mind now and his heat rising off the muff in your face suddenly compels you. You bow your head down instinctively and engulf his hole with your maw. You've never eaten pussy before, and your Dad's never had his eaten either. This perfect condition combo thrills him as his pelvis thrusts into your mouth desperately with a long groan of approval. "Shit son, yes. Oh fuck, eat me out." You chuckle at the strange words. Him acknowledging your relationship while parroting the women of his past is comically hot, and you fish out your cock from your painfully confining pants.

Slowly beating your rock hard cock while you tongue your fathers pussy is not where you imagined you would find yourself this evening, but the fantasy is every bit as hot as you'd hoped. He gyrates his hips against you and you roam over, around, and inside him with your tongue. The taste is divine, just as wonderful as precum, if a bit messier, and you attack his loins with as much zeal as you did that hot otter you throated a week prior. Similar skill set just less mouth fill as sucking a cock, and the clit is just as responsive to your administrations.

It's only a few minutes later as your empty hand roams across his fluffy belly that he begins panting quickly. You know the sound, you've over heard it many times before, as his climax approaches and you continue wanting to taste him cum across your tongue. You dive into his hole, swirling around his inside and he groans as suddenly you find his paw slammed own on the back of your head. Your cock swells with pride, loving as he practically fucks himself with your maw, gripping your hair as he finally begins to gush.

The circumstance may be different than you ever imagined, but it's every bit as hot as you'd hoped, as your Dad's cum coats your tongue. You're surprised at how hard it squirts into your mouth and you swallow drinking down the juices. Not exactly seed now, it's thinner and incredibly wet. His lips throb with heat and pressure around your tongue and you rub yourself faster, incredibly turned on as he yells, "Fuck your mouth is amazing boy." Pride swells in you at getting your old man off like this, and you feel yourself getting close... "I want you in me..."

You pause and he seems to freeze a moment, panting, still clamping your head down against his muff. "I... shit. I'm still so hot. I mean it. Fuck me kiddo. I need you to fuck me. Please." his desperation is showing, he's still leaking around your tongue and his inner walls are quickly pushing in against you in pulses. You've stopped fapping but you've never been harder. He finally lets you off his mound and you stare at the winking hole hungrily.

"Are you..."

"YES." he groans in frustration, budding walls heaving at you, "Put that shrimp dick to use for once and fuck me!"

You grin and tear your shirt off. Never mind the giant wet stain across the front. You unbuckle your belt and tear the pants wide open and kick them off. You're 'shrimp dick' stands hard and erect, jutting out at him. He's seen it before and despite him saying so, you are thick and long, a decent 8 inches. Your knot just barely pokes out of your sheath, and you can't wait to stick it in the man that sired you. But as you stand there, his hand returning to his drenched gash to play unskillfully with his hole, a demanding thought brims in your mind.

"If you want it that badly, fucking suck it like the bitch you are." You cross your arms, refusing any reproach.

"The fuck? Didn't you hear? I'm offering you pussy, I need it in me. Get at it."

"No. I got you off already, like I said I could. I believe your words exactly were, 'only a real man could get this cunt off'? So, by your own admission, clearly that makes me more man than you. So you're going to do what I want now. Suck it - bitch." You admit a secret pleasure in degrading your Father like this. A dark part of you enjoys giving him a taste of his own medicine even if the words disagree with your normal values and temperament. He just stares at you, shocked, eyes wide. He's about to get mad, you can tell, his disbelief starting to warp, surely into defiance and outrage. But he shivers and to your surprise he sits up and sizes up your cock for the first time, acceptance and submission in his eyes.

Before, whenever he looked at you, you could always tell there was a competitive spirit in the look, to make sure you weren't bigger than him to keep his 'pride' intact. But now, he's taking the actual measure of it, and he bites his lip suddenly seeing just how big it actually is. Clearly he'd called it small in his mind so much that he never really let himself acknowledge... you are packing. He lifts a hesitant paw to it and rests the tip on one curled finger, a gulp matching the throb that points it directly at him. "You heard me slut. Suck. My. Fucking. Cock." You commit to the bit and grab his head below the ear, angling him forward and slap his face with your meat. Pussy or not, this is a sight you are familiar with and it is gorgeous. He looks up at you and you smirk down at him, cupping his chin in your hand. "Be a good fuck slut. Open up." He trembles and puts his hands on either side of your hips, looking up at you with a sudden respect you never expected him to show to you, before suddenly taking your cock in maw wordlessly.

He rests the first couple inches on his tongue awkwardly enough sealing his lips around your girth about midway. He isn't really applying any suction, and you admit he clearly has no skill with a dick. It takes him a bit to fumble his way around where to put his tongue and the best way to breathe around it as you start to tickle the back of his throat. His gag reflex kicks in immediately and he pulls back immediately. He pants in front of you, a drip of spittle at the corner of his mouth, looking back up at you. "I... don't know how." You can see it plain as day on his face he seems to mentally struggle with the task, a mix of shame, confusion, and desire still there. He licks at the tip a bit but just takes your cock in paw and merely holds it this way and that as if trying to figure the best angle. You remember back to the first time you sucked a guy off, a stag in the bathroom of a dairy queen. How timid you had started before you really got going, and you let a breath out. As fun as doling out the Merciless treatment your Father usually gives his women, it's just not in you to degrade someone who isn't asking for it, and seeing him struggle through his first time is quickly losing its fun for you, feeling sympathy for how lost he is to this.

"Come on, let's go to your room. I'll show you the ropes." You offer you Dad a hand and he takes it, standing up with creaking knees. He's about to let go of your paw, but a fondness creeps over you and you hold it tighter. It's not every day you get to show your Dad his first time. The thought of it makes you chuckle, and you guide him upstairs. Never mind the little drip stains both of you are leaking on the carpet the whole way, you can clean it up later. You push the door into his room open, turning on the lamp on the night stand instead of the overhead light. Only takes you a moment to push the mountain of laundry cresting one side of the bed over onto the floor and plop down on your back, inviting him into the bed. It doesn't stink of sex and musk in here as badly, but on the other hand His smell is stronger than ever in this space. Years of tossed loads and general existence cling to the bed sheets and you inhale deeply of him, your manhood jutting upwards into the night. "Come lay down, get comfortable."

He eyes you over curiously but climbs into the bed. "You're being awfully... kind all of a sudden. The fucks come over you? Your Pa's making you fuck him and yours acting like its the best day?" As if to emphasize the point he grabs your prick and lays beside it, fondling it slowly.

"In a sense, it's your first time, isn't it? With a man. I know how intimidating that can be, heat or not. I just... think everyone should have the kindness to have someone let them take things at their own pace their first time." You smile lopsided at him and adjust your position, to lay horizontal to him. His legs are just by your side, and you slide a paw under one as he lifts it up, revealing his wet wolf slit again. You have to admit, its a lovely sight; the way it glistens from where he'd already cum all over himself. "Just. Play with it, take your time. Get a feel for the shape and how it fits your mouth. You have to learn what your body can do. I can't make it happen."

He gapes at you vacantly, eyes narrowed before a grin grows in its place and he lets out a guffaw. "Bahaha. My boys teaching me how to fuck men. Aint that a fuckin treat." He has a good laugh, draping his large frame across your lower half. "Well shit. Guess I raised you right after all." He dips his head, cock in paw, and lets himself just suckle at the tip of you. You moan lightly, watching your father drool around your shaft from the small space beneath his armpit that you can see. It seems he takes what you say to heart and goes slowly, all the while just next to your head his vulva beats with the rhythm of his heart, needy and glistening. He leans in a bit further, pinning you down now, and you lose sight of what he's doing, but damned it feels good. His head finally bobs down further and engulfs you and you reward him by nosing his gash open. The moan that escapes his throat vibrates around your shaft and you pull him across you suddenly so he's sitting on your face. You recall when he used to pin you like this as a kid while wrestling, and the position takes on a wildly erotic juxtaposition. Where before you'd fight desperately for air and to get him off of you, now you bury your muzzle in his loins and munch on his clit, getting him off in a different sense.

He grinds against your face, and bobs his head on your pole, seeming to have a bit more feel for the rhythm of breathing. He still struggles getting far down your long rod with his gag, but you don't mind. As a tease you put up a pretend struggle as an excuse to give a little thrust into his muzzle and a small spurt of your pre coats his tongue. He stops at that and pulls off. You can hear him smacking his lips. "Fuck... thats... really good." You tongue his muff in agreement and are rewarded with a little flood of your own, as if you hit a button. He pulls off of your face, only for a splat of his ejaculate to spray across your maw. When he sits up and looks down at you, he covers his mouth, chuckling. "You're a mess kid."

You just breathe the tainted musky air deep in your lungs. You aren't sure why he stopped, but you can be grateful all the same. Acting on instinct, you pull at his arm, tugging him down to you and kiss your father on the lips. It's a soft smooch. He clearly wasn't expecting it as he braces himself above you, his eyes holding yours. Neither dares move for a beat, your hearts hammering. Finally, his eyes close... and he opens his mouth to yours, tongues colliding in a passionate embrace between you. Arms entangle as he rearranges himself above you, turning his face to one side to kiss you deeply. He licks across your lips, tasting his juices on your tongue, and then you feel it.

At first it's just warmth. Then faintly, just along the bottom of your shaft, in time with your own quickened pulse, a second one. You can feel his heartbeat through his pussy against your cock. The intimacy of the moment awakens a fire within you, and you hug him tightly, pulling his body against your torso. You don't think you've ever needed someone so badly. Desperation for approval, intimacy, love, ready to stake your claim on your Father's new entrance. You can tell he's ready for it too. Gentle exploring fingers have found their way down below you as you both make out, and clumsily try to angle your canine tip towards his hole. It only takes you a moment to roll your hips slowly back, the head makes purchase with the engorged flesh, and you rock them back forward again. He is yours. You have spearheaded your Father's virginity, the lips bulge outwards to make room for you. One inch. Two inches. He gasps against your teeth as a third nudges itself into him. He's so incredibly wet, there was never any chance for resistance. You couldn't have taken him slowly if you tried. His desire enshrouds the entirety of you and he sits back, hungrily wanting more inside him.

The heat is intense, your cock is seated firmly in the velvety soft folds of his inner ring. He's huffing in long pleasurable sighs licking his lips as he supports his body against your chest with his hands. Despite the reversed rolls, his paws grope at your chest as if searching for the boobs he'd normally have to grasp, but the ecstasy makes him rock back and forth, lifting himself along your manhood before sinking back down in blissful friction. You watch your father above you seat himself in your lap and ride the rod he made. It's not even a minute in and his seed is rolling down his cunt around your skin, bouncing himself throughout a gentle orgasm, moaning into the open air. "Oh fuuuuuck son. Yes. Fuck your Daddy. Oh just like that." His words make it clear he isn't just completely lost to his heat. He is still aware of who is inside him. He knows you've claimed him, and he is every bit ok with it.

"Gods that is so hot Dad. You're so slick and warm."

"I'm fucking turned on! Cunts get wet when they're excited. Fuck- " He rolls his wide hips, finding a new angle to push on as he leans back. You reach up and grab his arms, remembering a position you'd seen in a porno once. You guide him backwards further, holding his arms, and he holds your forearms back, planting his cunt against your pubic bone, your knot kissing at his gushing hole. He rides you like this for several long thrusts before his face contorts into a grimace... "Ouch. Cramp...." he leans forward sharply, trying to straighten out his leg, holding his thigh.

Your concern peaks and you help him find a position to help, but in eager push to help *POP*. Your knot pushes inside his cunny. HE cries out, both pain and pleasure. You cry out in worried bliss. Its only took a moment, and there's no turning back. Your launch sequence is peaking. You've rolled on top of him, and thankfully his legs is straight now, and he seems to have found a comfy spot, but your dog brain has kicked in and you curl yourself over him, suddenly thrusting with abandon as the stimulus of tying him overloads your sense. A growl lisps out of you as you furiously hump your father's engorged hole, the lips wildly puffed out against you. Your synapses break and fire, like lightning in your brain, as every instinct tells you to rut and cum. There's no stopped this show, and for his part your Father just digs his fingers into your back and cries out. Somewhere in the hollow of it you know he is cumming again, HARD. The wet slaps around your nether have begun to churn and froth, and you howl as you push against him with all your might.

An orgasm rockets through you, tightening your hip muscles and tickling just at the back of your glutes. Wet ropes of your jizz fill your father in your locked embrace. It's been a minute since you rubbed one out, and suddenly the explosive force blasts into every crevice of his inside. Seeking out every nook and cranny, his belly bloats with your seed as both of your orgasms join inside his depths. The pressure lock around his entrance strains under the force and white streams jettison from your buried loins, like water escaping a fire hydrant. Minutes go by as you both ebb and flow through the wild climax. When you finally gather your senses back around you, you're both drenched in hot sweat, and the sheets are surely ruined. You've collapsed on your Father's distended belly, easily a full size bigger with cum. You can't help but feel proud of your load swelling him like that, his round belly distinctly attractive to you.

Your father has been patting your back for some time now, your cock is still tied in his loins and the small twitches inside him elicit little moans from him every time. As you lift your muzzle to look up into his eyes, he leans forward and kisses you again. You return the kiss before he parts. "Fuck kid. You always cum this much?"

You breathlessly nod. "I take supplements. It's... a lot of guys are really into big loads."

"I can see why. I'm so full. The fire in my pussy is finally satisfied it seems."

You chuckle. Leave it to your Dad to be so casual about having your monumental load inside him. "Like taking my load then Dad? Want me to put some more pups in you?" You are getting dangerously close to having to tell your Dad all about all your kinks. He laughs, a reassuring sign.

"You're going to have to share these supplements with me whenever I get my dick back. I might have to return the favor." Your cock spasms at the thought of your Dad mounting you. A last dredge of cum oozes into him.

"You think it'll come back? How'd this even happen to begin with?"

"Hell if I know. Woke up this way. If I had to guess though, probably something to do with that goth bitch at the bar last night. I... may have said some stupid shit to her. You know how I am."

"Oh. Yeah." You tug at your cock a little, feeling it finally start to give way. "You should really work on that Dad... it's all fine and good to be into degradation. But like... Get consent first, don't just assume every chick likes to be treated like that."

"I... hm. Never thought of it like that. You think they'd like that?" You give him a 'You seriously have to ask that' look, and he winces. "Right." You pull out with a heave, and torrents of cum threaten to spill out of his gaping hole, but he squeezes muscles he wasn't used to and plugs it with a finger. "Go get your camera. I just had an idea."

It only takes you a moment to grab it from the arm chair where you threw your pants and return. When you do, you whistle to yourself at the sight. Your father has spun himself around to the head board, feet splayed in the air. "Quick, I don't think I can clench much longer. I want pics of this." He relaxes his back a little, sinking into himself, and suddenly rivulets of your combined cum burst out of him, pouring from his loose pussy lips down onto his face and open maw below. You snag several pictures of the act as the older wolf guzzles your load and lets it drip all over his face. You get some close in on his soiled face and his wrecked dripping cunt, commenting. "Dad, you are such a filthy whore. I fucking love it."

"Heh. Well. Like Father, like Son." And he quickly grabs you by the chest hair and yanks you down face first into his messy pussy. You smack him in the face with your dick at that, and share a laugh as he rolls over, spent. You both lay beside each other, absent mindedly stroking each other's fur softly as retrospection and after glow sinks in. "Dunno if I'll ever actually get it back..." he says quietly.

"Well do you want it back?"

"Of course I do! It's my cock! But... I dunno, this was pretty fun too. . ."

"Yeah. It was..." you hesitate, searching his face. "Maybe we do it again. Whether you get it back or not?"

"Fuck yeh. MY little Father fucker, wanting to fuck what made ya."

You push him playfully. "You're fucking hot you douche canoe. I'd have let you fuck me any time. I don't care. But... supposing you're stuck this way... You ever thought.... Maybe pegging?"

Your Father looks you in the eye, and for a moment you think he has no clue what you are talking about. But he just kisses your nose. "Oh your ass is mine, pip squeak." He chuckles and immediately goes to wrestle with you, seemingly unchanged at all, once again you find yourself nose deep beneath his mound, but this time your rump straight up in the air, his eyes hungrily eyeing his prize. "You got a dildo kid?"

Staring in through a window, both dumb struck and wildly horny, a goth rabbit sits in a tree watching. "I never suspected this would be the result of my hex, but somehow... I just can't be mad. That was hot as hell." She grinds a little against the branch she is straddling, annoyed at the dissatisfying texture of the bark, her face crinkling up. She leans against the trunk and moves the skirt out of the way, resigned to satisfying her arousal while enjoying how this show develops as she comes up with a new plan. She had planned on torturing this misogynist until he learned his ways, but having his son do it for her was a pleasant surprise, and an opportunity she wouldn't pass over. Though... he could probably use some pointers. From her vantage point, he seemed to be enjoying this too much, and wasn't doing very much learning.

She had just pushed her paw into her sensible black undies when from below her came a low but jarring voice. "Hey, what the hell are you doing spying up there?" She looked down to see a brown wooly highland cow staring up from beneath his shaggy locks, hands braced on his jeaned hips. A neighbor had spotted her, and seemed none too pleased at her indecent action. She'd have to work to fumble her way through this explanation...

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To be Continued, maybe...