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My Neighbor Fucks Her Dog, by Jezebel Rose

Carly loved dogs. Being a dog-lover was no substitute for an actual personality but one look at the short blonde and you would think that’s all there is to her. Dog-print shirts, dog earrings, dog profile picture, yeah, you get the picture.

She has a Doberman, a big good boy named Terry. Reminded her of Terry Crews for some reason. Maybe it was the burly built? How intimidating her Terry could look but is actually a warm and friendly being. Five years together and he’s still a fuzzy puppy to the 36-year-old white lady, despite how he drools a lot and the obvious well-hung dick the big dog sported. She allows the burly dog to sleep next to her on bed. Every now and then I watch them share a spoon of peanut butter, Carly playfully covering her lips with the cream as Terry licks at her laughing face.

I’ve been her neighbor for years now. I live beside the picket fence. Some nights when I take the trash out, I get a good view of the inside of her living room. T.V on, Carly on the couch with the dog nestled on her lap. Maybe sharing a tub of ice cream or huddled in a blanket with her.

And no, she has not always been one of those crazy dog ladies.

She was married once, and it didn’t work out.

I used to be friends with the husband, Joe, before the divorce drove him out.

There was a myriad of things they couldn’t agree on. The constant yelling at odd hours was a pain in the ass. Honestly, their heartbreak benefitted me, selfish to say. She throws shit around; he gets drunk often and once puked on my lawn.

When the divorce happened, a year ago, there was one thing he told me before he left-

“You keep an eye on that damn dog, alright? I have always suspected something but I just can’t… just keep a close eye on them if you can.”

I never quite understood what Joe meant. Carly loved the dog, she never seemed abusive or negligent. In fact, she manages to come home 30 minutes early everyday from work to have extra time with him. A little too much, I’d say. But a big dog like that could cause trouble if left unsupervised, so I get it.

Like right now, I watch her blue Toyota pull into her driveway. She sees me as she exits the car, her blouse cut a little too low for me to focus on her waving. For her age, she looked good. She had her hair in a clean bun as she grabbed her keys and made her way in.

Carly seemed to be in a hurry, her fat ass bouncing as she walked up the porch steps and practically running into the house.

I watch as the lights turn on, and I could see the inside of her house. She drops her keys in a fishbowl and looked around. Presumably for Terry.

I hear the stomping on the stairs, and down comes Terry. He rushes to Carly, his short tail wagging. He tackles her as he jumps up, his front paws on her shoulder, easily topping the petite blonde.

She seemed to giggle as he licked at her face, his front paws clawing at her chest, sending her sizeable tits to a jiggle.

The dog’s balls swayed around under him. I have always wondered why she has not gotten him fixed. A dog his size can go out of control easily when in heat!

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