Chapter 7
The morning sun shone through the windows over the bed. Sometime during the night, they had changed position. Dave was now lying on his side facing away from Lee. Lee was spooned against him, an arm draped over Dave’s chest. Dave covered Lee’s hand with his own and squeezed. Lee stirred and pressed himself against Dave. Dave felt Lee’s hard-on press against his ass. Dave’s c**k began to swell.
Just then Cleo’s nose appeared over the mattress. She was standing on the floor next to the bed. Dave smiled and reached out to scratch her ears. “Good morning, Cle—” He froze. Cleo’s muzzle was grey again, and her eyes, while still bright, had lost the youthfulness of yesterday.
Dave raised his hand and looked at it. It was wrinkled, and his knuckles were swollen as they always were in
