Marriage was not her goal. She was financially secure. What Marian needed was a different kind of security. She wanted to know that Brian would give h...r his undivided love. Brian moved his toolbox to the attic and began work on converting the space to a loft. Marian couldn’t get as excited about the project as he was, but she didn’t object when he worked late into the night. He became obsessed with transforming the attic into a loft. It became his practice to have dinner with Mary and the. I wondered what further indignity I could be subjected to. Too soon I found out as a huge b**st forced its way through the door in front of me. It was the ugliest creature I had ever seen and I was very glad that it was muzzled. It immediately mounted my head and presented its cock to my mouth. It was huge. It certainly put my silly little clit to shame being at least eight inches long and an inch and a half thick before it had even become aroused. I took it into my mouth and sucked as hard as. The sign had no lettering, just the image of a farmer napping while leaning on a large horned animal, and below that the universal images of a keg, a bed, and a crossed knife and fork. It seemed a warm and welcoming place, and even now, just after midday, the sounds of friendly talk, laughter and music drifted out of the doorway.As we entered, a boisterous and fat man in fine clothes and a fresh apron greeted us. “Welcome to the Lazy Ox Inn!” he said with a smile, “Two of you, eh? Well, I hope. His hand gently held the sack and Poppa explained about the pain."You should never touch or hold this in anyway except carefully," he was telling me. "My pain yesterday was because the ball hit me right here," he was saying lifting the sack, "and it really hurt. Men are very sensitive here and it doesn't take much to hurt them."Poppa took my hand, turned it palm up and laid that sack in my hand. I can still remember how hot and heavy it felt as he showed me how I could hold and gently play with.