Jasmine had brought over the snowshoe she was lacing and sat near him, leaning back against the wall as she worked. “That looks really professional,...�� she praised him.“Thanks,” he mumbled.“Want some coffee?” she asked after they had been working awhile.“Sounds good.”A few minutes later, she was back with their coffee and a plate of cookies. The cookies, of course, brought the wolves as well as the chickens.“Oh, this is ridiculous,” Morales muttered as he shooed one of the chicks away from the. Mom and Dad had gone to bed, but I could faintly hear the television in their sitting room. I set up my easel and started mixing colors. They were big and bright. I saw something next to Annette’s now-familiar shape that I’d never noticed before. I was in the picture. And Fay was in the picture. We weren’t adversaries. We were coconspirators of light and love.I turned the lights down in my room and lay on my bed. I usually sleep in pajama pants with no shirt, but tonight I dispensed with the. Clenching his front paws tight around Jenny’s ribs, he thrust deep into her quivering asshole and held himself steady with his cock fully hilted in her straining rectum. His muscles went taut. Jenny squealed, feeling the canine’s cock knot begin to swell. Instinctively the muscles in her bowels rippled, straining to push out the rapidly growing fleshy organ. But the Irish Setter was having none of that. With a thrust that drove the wind from Jenny’s lungs, he slapped his furry loins hard. Once he had a room, he fired up his laptop and took advantage of the wi-fi to go on-line. The wonderful power of Google soon helped him identify that a marriage license in Monroe would have been issued by the country clerk's office, working out of the county court. Typing in another search he found that he could access the Ouachita Parish County records on-line (for a small fee of course).Given he already knew the date that Johnny and Rose were married; it wasn't difficult to find a copy of.