Did I feel sorry for him? Not one bit.Though she tried to get over it when others were around, Kayla's mood permeated everything she did. She was quie...t and very unresponsive when we went out to lunch or dinner during her work breaks, and she didn't want to go out with me, or anybody, on her evenings off.As for me, I tried to be a good and supportive friend for her, providing company on those rare occasions when she actually wanted some, and trying to leave her alone when she wanted to be left. I petted his head for a while and watched his erection disappear, including the bulb at the base, and I made a selfish decision to postpone calling a vet until I could research what happened. And then with a flash of fright, I ran downstairs to collect my bra and panties. So stupid! What if the parents had returned to find my sandals, bra, and panties downstairs and Biscuit and I coming from upstairs with me wearing a sundress with nothing underneath. I glanced at myself in a downstairs mirror;. I regained my consciousness and started to apply balm as well enjoy the feel of touching her soft knee, she was feeling little better now and said ?zara upar bhi lagavo? and lifted her night a bit up, I was thrilled and my cock started to gain erection as I could see her part of fleshy thighs I was now gone mad in looking at it and I adjusted to seat on floor comfortably so that I can apply balm and also look at her thighs straight, I was rubbing her knee and lower thigh and I had a good view. The Abbot went to his shelf and took down a thick ledger,he blew the dust from the cover and ran his finger slowly along ,title;' THE WRITINGS OF THE VENERABLE DOMINICUS,1870'.The Abbot returned to his desk and opened the volume. He turned a number of the pages,some stained from continuous and 'excited' handling. Finally the Abbot came to what he had been looking for,an account he had read many times,the account of Venerable Domincus' punishment of a boy who had committed fornication. The.