It covers a longer period of time and sometimes has less detail than previous parts. But isn't that what adult life is like? You have a job. You come ...ome. You take care of the children. You have dinner. You sleep with one or more of your mates. Repeat.In the wake of the tumultuous events in Part VIII: Becoming the Storm, the crew deserves to have a little less stress in their lives. Of course, as they reach their mid- to late 20s, those nasty biological clocks start ticking and there is likely. But there are so many grandchildren and great grandchildren, that it may be simpler for the ones that care to know to be able to read about it themselves.I was born James O'Neal Flowsman on July 4th 1922 AD. (That's Earth's [Sol III] standard calendar). My parent's names were Edith and Walter Flowsman. They were good people; let me tell you that, straight up. Despite the Great Depression, my father was able to continue to work as a deputy sheriff in Omaha Nebraska. He was also able to instill. Sally eagerly shed her bra and panties. She looked just great naked; her pretty pink nipples were perfectly erect, she had a flat stomach, a firm butt, and at a time when women didn't regularly shave their pubic area, her red bush was almost invisible. Sally knew how to play to the camera, and with Karen's professional eye they soon had an impressive collection of sensual, beautiful photography.Artistic endeavor aside, the whole thing was very sexually stimulating for Sally, and when Karen. Her ears were back and her tail held low in a submissive posture. Flanking her on each side were two almost identical females who were almost her size, they too bowed and came forward with heads lowered but with the same regal pace as their leader.When the three Canines reached the line drawn by the other sitting females the two flanking companions came just two body lengths into the inner circle then they too stopped, but they remained standing with their heads slightly lowered. Their queen.