I mean, you might just be using the layout of your farm, and making the rest up.I mean, you might just be using the layout of your farm, and making the rest up." He had me there. "Would it convince you if I jerked Hamlet off and let you watch?" "You'd do that?" he asked, almost wide-eyed. "Sure." I tightened my lips and whistled piercingly. Hamlet came bounding down from the house to the orchard where Mark and I were waiting. He snuffled at Mark, becoming acquainted with his smell, and I could see Mark was awed at his shear size. "My God! He's HUGE!" "You ain't seen nothin' yet. Incidentally, you aren't afraid of dogs are you?" I thought to ask a little belatedly "No, I love dogs. I always wanted a Rottwieler, but my parents don't like animals. I'll have to get one when I leave home. He's beautiful, but I just wasn't expecting the sheer size of him." Mark put his arms around Hamlets neck and hugged him. When standing straight, Hamlets shoulders are about equal with my hips, and his nose would poke me in the chest. Many are the times he's put his paws on the top of the six foot high fence to look over at visitors. "Yes, he is beautiful. O.K., now watch closely," I switched to an outrageous Fronch accent, "I shall do zis only once" Mark stepped back a little, and I began to caress my dog, over his muscular chest, down his back, and his legs. Hamlet wagged his tail in anticipation of the coming pleasure. I crouched next to him and ran one of my hands down his belly to his sheath. The other down his back, over his rump, to fondle his nuts between his thighs. Almost at the first touch of my hand to his sheathed dick, he began getting hard. Normally I would leave his sheath covering the huge swelling that is the base of his dick, while I jerked him off. But for Mark I pulled his sheath right back till his full length was exposed. |