Upon our return, there were some changes to our lifestyle that were necessary. After the expected homecoming intimacies were thoroughly and exhaustive...y completed, we, or more accurately, Sally realized we suddenly had one more person than we had chairs at the dining table. Prior to this time, Nicole, as the property of Sally, had always served the meals, thus freeing up a chair. With Nicole's status now changed to equal that of Sally, the whole paradigm had changed.Sally, in her usual adroit. Im away from home and friends.the dog is here so he is happy not being put in kennels.however he is getting under peoples feet.still its a funeral and some levitay is needed.im not a great one for being morbid.the fact that the dog pissed on the coffin got me howling but the rest werent too amused.stuffy old bastards.still thats nothing to do with my story.i was meeting some relatives i had rather not meet and a few i had more than a passing knowledge of.when i say passing knowledge i mean. She knows from previous comments from some other males that his penis most likely has some soreness by now from rigors of the fitting, but he says only, “Yeah, yeah ma’am, I think I should go with this one.”Patti: “Good. Do you need one or more or is this enough?”He stutters, “I, I, I think this one will be enough, ah, but can I return if decide to buy another one?”“Of course. We’ll leave you now and please go up to the cashier when you are ready.” Patti and Mrs. Patterson leave the customer in. Peter. Hugo's Peter. Hugo's dick. Dong, schlong, cock, meat, pecker, cum-hose... "Stop it!" she shouted, slapping herself. The sting helped, if only briefly. What's making me act like this? I ... I'm like an animal, an animal in heat. Pheromones? Did he buy pheromones online, like from the spam emails they send me because they don't know I'm a chick? Whatever it is, it's working. She felt a mixture of relief and profound sadness, knowing that Hugo's big eight-inch penis was nowhere near her..