Conversation between my husband and I on a crisp fall day as we sat out on our front porch, he with his faithful dachshund Buster on his lap and I with one of my many outside cats curled up on mine:
BJ: There's nothing I like better than to relax on my front porch, enjoy the beautiful weather, and rub my wiener!
Me: Me too. Except I like to sit and watch the leaves fall from the trees while I caress my pussy.
BJ: Yesirree. My wiener loves hanging out here while I give him a good fondle.
Me: Almost as much as my pussy likes a nice massage.
BJ: I like it when you pat your pussy, too.
Me: Mmmm.
BJ: Can I pat your pussy?
Me: Okay. No, over a little bit....now down a smidge.... Aah! There!
BJ: ...
Me: ...
BJ: Your pussy seemed to enjoy that.
Me: Oh yes.
BJ: Do you want to rub my wiener?
Me: Okay.
BJ: Harder. My wiener likes a good firm stroking.
Me: Oo! I see! He's stretching!
BJ: ...
Me: ...
BJ: I think I'll have a cigarette.
Me: I have to pee.