It only made sense that, since it was her home, Rachel would take the lead. As Rachel removed her bra, she bent over and dropped the garment on the sheepdog's head. Jared, too distracted by the bouncing breasts right over his head, didn't even noticed the bra he was wearing as a hat.
He sat back on his tail, keeping his front legs crossed to shield any prying eyes from the excited state of his excitable "friend." Without even looking, he could sense that the organ in question had made a dramatic exit from the silken confines of the furry sheath. When Rachel stepped out of her panties, his teenaged mind went into overdrive. His eyes tried to take in all the bare skin so he could commit every detail to memory for the next time he found some alone time to jerk off.
Of course, all things considered, he wasn't quite sure when that might be. Oh, for some opposable thumbs. He whimpered a bit as Rachel retrieved her bra from his head.
"Why's everyone just standing around?" Rachel asked. "Get out of those wet things."
Meghan shook her head. "I don't know. Shaggy seems to be watching your every move."
The girls laughed, Rachel laughing the loudest. She bent over him and scratched behind his ears.
"Are you kidding?" Rachel chided her friend. "He's just a good dog. Isn't that right, boy?"
Jared panted and nodded his head. A bit of drool dripped from his jaws and onto the floor.
Rachel hugged him. Her breasts hung over his back as she did. "Don't be paranoid? Do you think this dog's going to report back to his owner everything he has seen?"
Meghan sulked.
Jared was being completely overwhelmed with teenage-boy desires, such as those triggered by seeing the breasts of another of the girls when Nisha decided to go topless. All the girls smelled wonderfully of scented lotions and soaps. He was throwing caution to the wind.
"I'm telling you, that dog's acting funny," Meghan said, not removing a stitch of clothing, although Caitlyn now decided to join Nisha and Rachel in ditching the last of her clothing.