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So, remember when devil dog had that infection in her girlie bits? Well, the husband took her to the vet where she got a steroid shot, a prescription for antibiotics and a jar of medicated pads for wiping her girlie bits with two times a day. OMG the pads. You know who had to drop to her knees every day and get to third base with the dog, right? Cause the husband wasn't ever going to do that. Ever. He walked in handed me the jar of medicated who-ha pads and have me the look that meant "Don't even try". And then I had all kinds of sympathy for devil dog, owning my own personal girlie bits and all. So, the other day I was getting to the end of the antibiotics and still had plenty of pads left. Her privates are looking fine to me and I wondered how long I was required to be getting intimate with the devil for. As I walked across the room pad in hand the devil dog looked up saw the pad dropped to the floor and rolled over and spread her legs for me. I took one look at the position and the longing expression in her chocolate brown eyes and said "She's done".

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[Kris]

Well, they say that only a woman knows... nevermind.