She had him for maybe two years but she had always had dogs. We went to the café and as I sipped my coffee and tried to think of a way to broach the subject that was playing on my mind. I looked at Randy he cocked his head to one side and just stared at me. He smiled. “That isn’t necessary” he said but I insisted. She had her eyes closed and was moaning “Jack, yes lick me”. There was something weird about the whole Jack and Randy thing. It turned out that my efforts fell short of Randy’s oral abilities. No the dog’s name was Randy but she was saying MY name. Completely by accident he actually thrust his cock into her and so began a lifetime obsession. There was something weird about the whole Jack and Randy thing. “I am sorry too” I said “I guess I just got a fright”. It was a little un-nerving to be truthful. But still, alone on my bed the thoughts returned again and again. I had just finished my run one Friday and sat on a bench near home when this guy walked past with a dog on a lead. Meanwhile I was in shock. “You should be careful with that animal” I said sharply. Don’t pat him on the head.
