Absolute attention to what I say might save them.Maybe.Then I turned and looked directly at Jacob Stone. "By the grace of god I am here to talk to you... This funeral is for Sgt. David Stone, USMC. He entered hell recently. There may be those among you who think that is harsh. But it is not. While alive, he could have turned his brother from the evil path he chose. While it is true that he died for his country, he did not serve it truly. When the Association's recruiter came to his unit, David. His van was ready for his mission, he had soundproofed the entire inside, he had an air mattress in the back, and various cuffs/gags, duct tape, a stun gun, and chlorophyll.During the night before the big day, he swiped several different articles of clothing to use on his soon to be sex toy.Martika left the ice and sat on the bench changing out of her skates and putting her shoes on. He watched with lust in his eyes, staring at the sexy skater's well-toned legs and her thighs and her medium. I think he is just what I have imagined he would be like.” Turning to the breeder, “But I have to ask, is he intact? You know …”“Yes, he is. Do you intend to breed him? Seems everyone recommends that pets be fixed.”“No, not breeding, but it just doesn’t seem fair. Maybe I’m being silly, but is there an option to neutering? A man would have a vasectomy to retain the ability to still enjoy and function but eliminate the potential of reproduction.”“Neutering is common. If would have to check with. Dave instinctively tried to thrust. Joan lifted out of reach and waved her finger at him."Naughty boy!" she playfully scolded.She pulled me close and we began to kiss passionately. Then she broke our kiss and looked deep into my eyes."Do you want to call uncle, Pete?" No... I don't!"Joan lowered until her pussy lips covered the throbbing purple head of Dave's cock. Then she squeezed my hand, tilted her head, and looked at me questioningly."You sure... Hubby?" she chided as a naughty smile.