Elizabeth followed me to the kitchen and, while I went down to the cellar and got a couple of Moëët Chandon, she got the glasses. When I cam... upstairs again she threw her arms around my neck and gave me a deep kiss."Why, thank you," I smiled."No THANK you. I'm so happy! Happier than before and I never thought that to be possible!" Mm, me too. I'm just worried about the old ticker," I teased. "Three beautiful women and only two men. I hope you all have pity on us once in a while!"She. I didn't know. I'm sorry. You just don't look like you need a service dog, I guess." She was fast losing the joy she had felt just moments earlier.He put his things on the desk and sat down on it. "It's really not that. Barkley is a therapy dog, not a service dog. If he was meant to be a service dog he would be trained especially to aid someone with a disability and not act completely freely. Anyway, he can interact with people. Come on. I'll tell you all about it. Why not. Let's go. I'm free. She started by looking at my scalp she was pushing my hair around it actually felt pretty good. Then she checked my neck and back the came to my chest and stomach. Then she said have you noticed anything in your private area. I said actually I am concerned about something and I pulled my boxers down a little so all she could see was the base of my semi hard cock. I said that she bent down to get a closer look and said everything looked ok. It was definitely noticeable that I was somewhat. " I know. Look, unlike us bench warmers, it was obvious that the prettiest cheerleader would hookup with Bobby. After all, Bobby was the star point guard on our team. Maggie and Bobby were a perfect match. We both understood that. What I didn't know was that after we lost in the quarter finals of the NCAA tournament last spring, Maggie blamed Bobby for losing the game. I guess they had a fight and broke up. She started dating a few of the guys on our team. I think it was to make Bobby.