Chapter 3: Ralf Loves Mummy!!One again the anticipation in your tummy is building asyou hear Ralf’s footsteps running toward you from behindand ...ou realise you are about to be used again and eventhough Franky fucked a lot of that pent up frustrationout of you, you are still as hungry for more dog cock.Not only that, this time it will be the old stud, yourfirst ever doggy lover who has been making you happy forthe last 5 years, he knows exactly what he’s doing andhe’s not all. She looked me over appraising my naked body and touched some of my bruises.I was puzzled by Betty’s hold over the girls. They seemed so stubborn and mischievous at times. Yet, they did what she told them although often reluctantly. It may have been that they had simply always had to do what their mother told them for so long that it was habit to do what she said. It may have been they actually got something from the discipline. I wasn’t sure but I was curious.“No one wants to watch the pre-show. When you cycle you get pretty odd tan lines and I wanted to get my ass a better shade of brown. I walked along a forestry cutting and soon found a path that lead to a small clearing in the woods, out of the view of any dog walkers. I chained the bike to a tree and stripped off in the clearing and lay down on a small towel I carry in my saddle bags.. It was bliss, laying there in the sun, feeling my muscle in my legs relax and just letting my mind wander. I, like a lot of guys who cycle had. I called my younger brother, we cried some more, and then it was time to start planning the trip home. Technically I didn’t need to be there right away and my mother was always adamant that she didn’t want us uprooting our lives when she passed. She wanted no funeral, no wake, nothing. She had already made plans to donate her body to medical science (which is a real thing, apparently) and when they were done they would cremate her and send us her ashes. But as the oldest I was in charge of all.