I carefully ran my finger over his scrotum and it was very squishy. That was when I realized the long, thick bulge running under his boxers toward his...belly button. I placed my hand on top of the bulge and felt his hard pulsating cock, which was leaking precum at the tip. I sat there for a while looking at his masculine body and following his fine beginnings of a snail trail down to his waistband. I decided that it was time to finally see what his looked like so with my quivering hands, I. And didn't even get a chance to go over and say goodbye to them.So here I was. With a handful of leash. Doggy supplies. And a seven-year-old basset hound. Congratulations Jack, you're now the proud owner of a bouncing, whining, barking dog. As watched trying to get out of my door and looked through the living room window. To see where the hell his family had gone. And as I would learn later. He would be scratching for some time at the door and barking to go home. Seemed there was nothing I. Well hell, its all pink on the inside right? At seven I got to the Econolodge and waited in the lobby, in case they did a noshow. But here came Jill all alone. I got a room and up we went. She said that she had never done this before and that she hoped not to diappoint me. She took off her top and bra, her tits looked better than I thought, about a "c" cup. She had nice tan lines. She said I had to wear a rubber and I told her no as I was paying good money for this and I wanted to enjoy her,. ’ ‘I won’t.’ ~ ~ ~ When she was alone again, she looked at the remains of the ceremony from the night before. The candles had burned down during the night, transforming into puddles of wax on the floor. The apples were slightly browned. The objects that were so precious to her lay exposed. She gathered each item, placing them in the wooden box and closing it firmly, locking it and threading the little key though the chain she wore around her neck everyday. She stowed the box away on the.