As the youngest of the Randolph children, and someone to carry on the family name, I was pampered and probably spoiled. Aunt Bertie did nothing to cha...ge that. My two older sisters, Kathleen and Audra called me a spoiled brat. To say I enjoyed the attention and spotlight would be a gross understatement. I gloried in being the center of attention. After-all, I was Robert Randolph V.Though Aunt Bertie’s visits were not often, I looked forward to them and cherished the time I spent with her. On my. Now move your hand up and down like this. He took my dick into his hand and moved up and down slowly. I copied his movement and felt his dick get stiffer. Tim took his hand and spat on it, I did the same and stroked him again. His hand felt good as he stroked me, I asked if I was doing it right. Tim said you're a natural. Happy hearing it I spat on my hand again and continued stroking him. Tim asked if I tasted cum before, I said Bill let me taste mine. He squeezed my balls and asked if he can. " "And what's that one?" Kaden asked. "'Find the place we go when we're not feeling our best, one of us goes there more than the rest,'" Albus told him. "Where could that be?" Kaden asked. "The Hospital Wing," Albus said, "We've already figured it out. We just don't know how to get in to look without Madam Pomfrey there." "Hmm..." Kaden walked slowly around the room, "Shouldn't be that hard...." "And why's that?" Matt asked, "She's always there." "We've. “Thanks Pete.” I got back into my car and headed off in the snow with Doug holding Sparky tightly on his lap. It took us about half an hour with the road conditions. When we pulled up to the veterinary office, I could see Pete’s truck out front. After parking the car, I grabbed the blanket-wrapped pup and led Doug inside. Pete was ready for us as he had seemingly sensed my urgency. “Pete, this is Doug,” I said. “Hi Doug.” “And this is Sparky,” I added, handing the pup off to Pete. Pete.