A few years ago I found a dog wandering the streets on its own.
I went to stroke him and he cowered.

Oh dear, I thought.

Just then, Fat Bertha appeared on the scene,

"You found my dog. Thank you babe."

She kissed me on the cheek and weirdly, squeezed my crotch.

I looked at the dog, who was now wagging his tail, then looked at Bertha's ample baps.

"Well?", she said, "Do you want to come back to mine for your reward?"

I nodded.

We were at it all night.