She finished breakfast when she decided to take a run. She went to the bedroom to make sure Ginny was still sleeping. She peered through the small space created by the partially open door and could see her Ginny’s well-formed, milky white breasts rise and settle with each breath.

She eased herself past the door and approached Ginny’s side of the bed. Ever so gently she let her tongue trail down Ginny’s right thigh toward her knee. As Ginny stirred, Mysty raised her head and shot a quick look at Ginny’s face. She continued to sleep. Satisfied that she did not awaken Ginny, she very quietly left their bedroom and

headed for the back porch. Mysty quietly opened the screen door and walked down the steps.

The air was crisp, the breeze was cool and gentle, and there wasn’t a cloud to be seen. It was truly a beautiful day. The woods are located just behind the house. They are large, quiet, and Mysty’s favorite place to go when she feels like being alone. She filled her chest with the sweet air and off she went at a slow, leisurely jogging pace. Her smallish breasts swinging side-to-side as she increased her speed. Mysty was totally into her jogging when suddenly, to her horror, she realized that she was lost!

Her thoughts raced randomly in her head. Should she have awakened Ginny? Maybe she would have come with her. Ginny was good for Mysty. She lets her know, oh so lovingly, when she overdoes things. Judging from the position of the sun, Mysty guessed it was around ten a.m. She decided to try and find her way by circling back on her trail. She walked for nearly an hour. Her eyes burned from gazing about in her search for the way home. She was breathless from running around trying to find her trail.

She was physically exhausted. Mysty stopped by a large shade tree to rest a few moments and fell into a deep sleep. The next thing she remembered was waking with a jolt. It must have been three or four in the afternoon. She was disgusted with herself; she started walking in no particular direction. After about twenty minutes of continuous walking she froze in her tracks and stared straight ahead. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. About fifty feet in front of her, was the house!

She ran the rest of the way home. Ginny met her at the back door with a curt, but caring, “Where have you been?” Before Mysty could respond, Ginny was holding her in her arms. The freshly showered odor of Ginny was a welcome in itself.

Before Mysty could react to Ginny’s hugs and kisses, turned and walked away. Mysty stood there — wrapped in her thoughts like an Indian in his blanket on a cool desert evening — being thankful for her Ginny. Her reverie was interrupted by the soft calling of Ginny’s voice. Mysty followed the voice to the sunken living room. There was Ginny on her back in the middle of the plush baby blue carpet. As she approached, Ginny gave her a wink and a knowing smile.

Mysty gently brushed Ginny’s neck with her mouth. Mysty gently nibbled her ear. Ginny laughed and pulled Mysty on top of her. Her breasts were bare and her warmth felt wonderful. Ginny began stroking Mysty’s back ever so softly. She kissed Mysty’s nose. The touch of her hands became firmer as she continued rubbing Mysty’s back and then her sides.

Mysty rolled off Ginny and positioned herself on her back. Ginny turned on her side so she could watch her friend’s reaction as she began to gently massage Mysty’s belly.  Ginny let her hand slide playfully downward. Mysty stretched her body and spread her legs to give Ginny better access to her body. Mysty took a deep breath and sighed as Ginny obliged by continuing her massage.

Ginny looked lovingly into her eyes and Mysty thought, “Not a bad life for a two-year old Golden Retriever.

                                                           The End