It was lust/love at first sight. All I thought aboutthe whole night was wanting to get up into hir dress and rocking hir world!But wouldn't you just ...now it? Maria and all hir she gal pals just sat around and had a big pity party. However, the good news is at least I got to be the one to take hir home. And against my better judgement I got hir phone number and that was that.What we had wasn't a gay relationship. In fact the only way I finallygot Maria in the sack was to promise NOT to touch. Then, she tried to make him sit.“The best thing to do when company comes over is to make him sit and stay, so he won’t get a chance to act rude in front of your guests.”“Oh, Claire! You know so much about dogs! And you’re so young, too!” Tori said. “But, what can we do about…, that?” Tori pointed to Sultan. He was still sitting down with Claire’s help, but the tip of his long, pink, dick was sticking out.“Uh, well…, he is a male dog, and it’s going to happen,” Claire said. “You can put him away. Of course there was a sexual element to my showing-off to the men, it turned me on and introduced me to habitual masturbation, something I still do on a daily basis, can you imagine a girl jacking-off every day in her life, for me, I guess I am approaching 10,000 orgasms, and that is self abuse and not counting those with men.I can remember lying in bed and waking to my mother making strange noises, getting up and peeking through the keyhole in the door adjoining our rooms.Their were a group of. I answered them. We talked for about almost five minutes. By this point I realized something. I really, truly, and dearly loved my wife and doing what I was about to do would somehow really, truly fuck it all up. “Is there anything else?” I asked in a loving manner. “No” she said. “I’ll see you in a couple days, alright?” “Alright” I said. “Oh and I love you honey. Say hi to the kids and tell them I love them.” She said she would. And at that moment I knew what I had to do. I walked back into.