Gently the little girl tickled the tiny lips of her immature pussy. Her heart was fluttering as the amazing new sensations ran through her body, starting in the pit of her stomach and running through every inch of her body. Slowly the gorgeous pre-teen slipped a finger into her tight cunny, moaning as she felt the slippery juices coat her digit. Pushing deeper Sally arched her back and pushed her cunny up, filling the tight sheath with her fingers. Faster and faster went the 8 year olds hand as she lifted herself to a peak. Biting on her lower lip, Sally huffed and puffed as she began to come, her red face screwed up tight in ecstasy. Sally humped her hips up and down as she sank her fingers into her sweet pussy and then after a while sank back down onto the bed. With the release of all her tension Sally closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, her sticky hand still lodged between her thighs.

Downstairs Phil and Mary were sitting on the couch, arms around each other as they watched the television. Not really concentrating on the programme they kissed and stroked each other tenderly. "Phil ..."

"Mmm?"

"I was just thinking about Sally."

"Me too."

"It's funny. We talked about bestiality but never dared try anything. It took Sally and her innocence to bring everything out into the open."

"You sound like you're thinking about giving Timmy a special treat."

"I am. But I was thinking ... We should wait until the morning so that Sally isn't left out..."

"Yeah. Timmy is her dog after all!"

With that Phil and Mary went back to their kissing and caressing. There lovemaking was tender and slow, the blue light of the television glowing on their skin as they languidly loved each other.

Sunday morning came around and, as the sunlight filtered through into the MacDonald house, Mary stretched and rolled onto her side, kissing Phil on the shoulder. As Mary slowly collected her thoughts, Sally opened the door a crack and peeked in. Seeing her mother was awake she stuck her head inside the bedroom and asked Mummy? Can I come in with you?"

"Of course darling." Mary smiled at her lovely 8 year old daughter and pulled back the sheets for her to slip inside.

Sally lay down with her back to Mary and her mother pulled the sheets over to cover them, curling her body around her daughter's spoon fashion. Sally was wearing a knee length tee-shirt type nightie, white with blue trimming and a teddy bear embroidered on the front. Pressing her face to Sally's head Mary breathed in the fragrance of her hair and sighed to herself contentedly.

Downstairs, Timmy had heard his little mistress moving around and he sat at the bottom of the stairs, his tail thumping the floor as he waited for the boisterous girl to appear. Things went quiet again and Timmy sat, waiting. With a soft bark to himself, Timmy climbed the stairs and went through to Sally's bedroom. The room was empty, Timmy sniffed at the bed, but she was gone. Next Timmy tried the bathroom, but there was no trace of Sally there. Finally the collie went over to Mary and Phil's bedroom. The door was slightly open and Timmy could see Sally laying bathed in golden light. Silently he padded over to the bed and sat back on his haunches, his eyes studying the little girl's face. Sally lay revelling in the warmth of her mother's arms. Opening her eyes she saw her dog sitting watching her. "Timmy! What are you doing here? Did you get lonely downstairs all on your own?" Timmy's tail beat the floor and he moved forward and licked Sally's cheek. Sally giggled and put an arm out over his neck, hugging him to her. Mary raised her body slightly and looked across at the dog. "Sally? Do you think we should let Timmy on the bed?"....(cont)