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.