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LEAH
Getting a piggyback from Kevin had been a bad, bad idea. Oh, he’d carried me around the field for twenty minutes, effortlessly it seemed, but that whole time, the seam of my jeans had been rubbing me in the wrong place. Or the right place, to look at it another way, but definitely an inappropriate place. And then just as I was about to come—quietly, I hoped—the next dog had arrived to use the field and Kevin had carried me back to the car.
Luckily, he’d dumped me into the driver’s seat and run off to use the bathroom, so at least I could check quite how damp my panties had gotten. Nothing was showing from the outside, thank goodness, but I was definitely squirming.
“What am I gonna do, boy?”
Brian stuck his head between the seats and slurped my face in what might have been a g
