"This lot is for the rag bag", he muttered as he put them all into one of the coloured bags that advertised 'rags for collection'.The final box was on...y a shoe box but out of them all it was to prove the most interesting and would bring back memories that had long been forgotten. The only item in the box was a bundle of envelopes tied together with a very faded ribbon. A quick glance at the first envelope gave a date of 1958, the year he had started living on his own after the sale of his. "It came to me in a flash. I didn't know if it could be done. I'm glad the AI understood my intentions. AI, has anyone else asked for anything like that before?" No," came the reply. "Your idea is so far unique." I would like, then, to lay some claim to the idea. I think others will appreciate the idea when they see it. You will of course cooperate, but will you please explain my desire to use the idea as my trademark? Please tell them that I ask that they limit their use of the idea.". .I know you want, you ainm't told no one about the others you want tell on me. If you do they will tyell what y'all been doing and no one will believe you any way so shut up!...' By now Clarence had taken hold of his man hood and was guiding it between my buttocks right against my anal opening. I felt the bulbous head as it probe at my anus and Clarence whisper in my ear '...you better relax and let me do this or it's gonna hurt like hell. I don't really care but you might just wanna think. The head he has a grip on is too furry and too misshapen. He opens his eyes and looks straight into Sandy’s.For a moment Alan is completely shell shocked. His first reaction is to push the dog off of him and begin yelling his disgust and complaints. But that set of emotions quickly dissipates into something else. Why he does it, Alan doesn’t know. Instead of pushing Sandy away, he embraces her and her actions. His hand goes to his cock as he eyes wonder over the beautiful dog, glazed with lust..