"Walking the dog," Clifford Davis shouted as he affixed a leash to the collar of Lulu, his Chihuahua-Pug mix.
"Okay," Viola Davis, Clifford's wife, shouted back as she loaded the dishwasher. She had to admit that she was a bit jealous of the relationship Clifford and Lulu shared, but Viola had never bonded with her the way her husband had. That was okay, though, as she and Clifford enjoyed many walks of their own, sans Lulu.
As Clifford made his way down the driveway he began humming Stevie Wonder's "Part-Time Lover," and when he realized he was doing so, he laughed. He didn't realize until about a year ago that he had been humming this every time he made the trip down the driveway. Well, not every time, but on nights such as this, which came about twice a week.
He walked Lulu the one-fifth of a mile down, then turned to the left just before the road. Here, there was a path leading to an alcove. As he rounded a corner, he saw that familiar black Navigator parked in its usual spot. He smiled. As he passed it, he peeked in and made out the image of a woman lying on her back, her legs spread open. His smile grew. Clifford walked about ten feet past the front of the Navigator and tied Lulu's leash to a tree trunk. He turned and removed his shirt as he made his way back to the Navigator, and once there, he opened the back door and climbed in, kicking off his shoes as he did so.
Clifford looked between the woman's legs at the softest feeling and sweetest tasting pussy he had ever known. Yes, his wife's was soft and sweet in its own right, but to Clifford, no other pussy would ever compare to this one.
"Shut the door before you let mosquitoes in," the woman said to him.
As Clifford did so, he said, "You know I just love looking at that thing."
