BoxerThe house was quiet, the only noise came from upstairs as Tricia wandered about. She was preparing to go to bed, getting her pajamas on. She pulled her long dark hair up into a high pony tail, then slipped the thin brief t-shirt over her head. It barely covered the pert swells of her breasts. She wore as well, a silky pair of black panties, the thin strap of the panties rubbing between her aching pussy lips.

Her dark eyes flitted to the clock, she knew that soon Dylan would be back from walking their dog, Boxer. Boxer was a german sheppard, a very good loyal dog, and he enjoyed his nightly walks with his Master.

A relaxed smile creased her lips as she settled back on the bed, leaning against a small pile of pillows. She took the book which she was reading from the night stand and began to flip through it once more. Her free hand wandered the plane of her taut belly, fingers lapping at the bare skin there as her knees bent, heels pressing into the soft bed covers.

She tilted her head to the side, she heard the door open and close downstairs. She knew that Dylan was back and that Boxer would be bounding up the stairs any second now dragging the leash with him. She placed the book aside, laying it back on the night stand as she watched the door for the dog to enter.

It was a nightly ritual, Boxer would come upstairs, give her plenty of kisses then Dylan would usher the dog downstairs so they could sleep in peace. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, hearing the scuttle of dog nails against the hardwood floor she knew that Boxer was on his way.
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