Her look shows many things, a determination to take each inch of his hardness that he is forcing deep inside her body, a craving need to feel the full...ess he presents in the form of his fat cock, but mostly her look tells him she is his, his to do with as he pleases even though I stand just feet from them. He could tell that at this moment in time she is his as surely as if he is the man married to her. We all know without it being spoken that right at this instant even if I begged her to stop. .. Oh mother, that’s it! ... I’ll call him: Buddy!”Marcel scrutinised the dog; noting his conspicuous cock and felt her face flush. Lurid memories from her own early doggy-sex days flashed through her mind!“Well Gema, you must realise, he’ll be quite a hand-full before long!”Mother never spoke a truer word!From that day it seemed Buddy and I were made for each other and with the coming of summer it was a perfect time to explore the nearby countryside together. I’d run with Buddy until I was. He had been onto the tour operators online help desk, he had asked about a change in cabins, his father, the tight wad, had only booked a cheap inside berth one.'If you upgrade,' he was told, 'we have list of people who cannot get on the cruise, so if you did, we would give you a good deal on a superior stateroom.' Mark checked the brochure, he saw one and asked how much it would be, what he was after was one with a double bed not singles.'With the discount, it would be another 3500 USD,' was. My Dad had died in the Korean War in 1953 when I was only ten, so I remembered and missed him. The only man in my life was my mother's older brother Tom. He visited most every Sunday and usually gave me a dollar to go to the movies. Doesn't sound like much now, but back then it was thirty five cents for the ticket. For the remaining sixty five cents I could get a popcorn, candy bar and a cold drink. It made for a good day.One Sunday in the spring of 1957 I went to the movies to see the latest.