I stupidly, was thinking that the kind of breed this dog would somehow be written on his underside. I got on my hands and knees and looked on the dog�...�s belly. I could see nothing.“Mr. Benson said. “Look closer.”By now my head was practically under the dog and the only thing I could see was a bunch of hair and the dog’s penis, of which the pink tip was just beginning to peek out.“You want to know what kind of dog it is?” Mr. B asked.I nodded.“It’s a male dog.”“I know that.” I said. “I can see. She turned me on to my back and kissed me passionately."This day has been fantastic Sandy; I have loved every second of you. We can and will do this again any time we can find time alone, I promise you honey. I will not turn you away or hurt you. Do you believe me?" she said in between lots of hot loving kisses. Her soft body was tight against mine as she spoke. She had her left arm around my shoulders holding my wrist, my right was under her, she had me trapped, I could have broken her grip. My salad was put on the table about the time that that "man" came up to me and started to apologize profusely about the earlier incident, and asked if he could join me for dinner. I think I jokingly said something about leaving nothing to the imagination, and agreed to have dinner with him. He shared a similar story of his travels and plans being changed due to the weather,and that he had farther to go than myself to get to his next client meeting. By the time we our entrees arrived, I was. Grandpa would tell her to stop mithering and that 'The lad knows what he likes ". Sometimes Nana would go upstairs for a nap if she had " One of her heads " and it was on these occasions when Grandpa would have me sit in his lap to watch the wrestling. As each bout got more intense Grandpa would become more fidgety in his chair, waving his fists and thrusting his hips up and down. For me it was like being on a rollercoasterlol. He'd wrap on hairy wiry arm round my waist to '" Stop you sliding.