.”“Cottage? It’s enormous!” The woman spluttered.“Not by their standards. It only has eight formal bedrooms. One of their other houses, in D...rbyshire, has thirty, but that one isn’t open to the public.”“Is there anywhere we can find out more?” the man asked.“Not here. They do have a copy of the family history that I have read, but I understand that it is fragile and not available to read. It was written ‘warts and all’ by someone who was a distant relation. The family disapproved of it and. For the first time since they started living together (which was only a year ago) they are having a guest spend the night. They are awoken by pounding on the door. "WAKE UP GUYS!!!!" John hears their guest yelling on the other side of the front door. "I’m coming", he manages to yell back as he rolls out of bed and throws a shirt on. He unlocks the door and opens it to find a young girl standing outside with a small duffle bag; Lacy's little sister. Her name is Kendal, but she often goes by. So my testicles and penis were bundled into a small pouch tied around my waist by the sexy looking assistants . This was flattering for my manly appearance. The audience waiting to bid would be able to sense a very large balloon of balls on display under my crotch bursting out of the pouch together with the outline of a very stiff prick pointing very plainly north to my navel. For inspection I was hung upon a carousel pipe attached to the ceiling. I was forced to run on. My name is Walter, and I’m a pretty average sixty-two-year-old married, white man atsix feet’ tall, weighing one hundred and eighty-five pounds, with grey hair and beard, and hazel eyes. But I started out as a skinny kid who had a hard time defending himself. My wife, Sheila, is a sixty year old white woman who is five feet and six inches tall with brown hair and blue eyes. She weighs about one hundred and sixty pounds and has nice, full 38C breasts, and is full around the waist, with a big,.