to your new beach

You have to go right out back, admiring the beach they've installed in the yard. Sheila's instantly laughing and running towards the water, diving right in with olympic level perfection, her every muscles tensing and bending on command as she plunges in. By the time you've arrived and tossed off your shirt, she's already done a full lap.

"Come on in, fraidy cat," she teases, splashing at you. "Nothing in here's gonna getcha." She flashes her winning smile again, and you wade in after her. She takes your hand, urging you in further and pulling you against her tightly muscled body, kissing you softly and sweetly. Maybe the clerk was exaggerating when he said she was prone to "frenzies," sweet at she was being right now.

She giggles, nuzzling at your neck with her snout. "So master... have you ever done it in the water?" she coos.