I'd tell you to try it, but we have enough immortals crowded in Olympus right now. Seriously, the place is so packed, we're scrunched in like a Picass... painting. Of course, I'm used to more open surroundings, so it's probably the claustrophobia talking. But, getting back to me. My fur's still as brown and thick as ever. I'm still horned and horny, with a cute little tail and those nibble-able furry ears oh-so-pointy. Oh, yeah, and I play a mean set of Me Pipes.The atmosphere's finally lightened. "Glad I was where I could be of help, Sheriff. Maybe it kept her alive long enough so you could say good-bye to her." Could be. I wanted to thank you anyway." As I was coming out, I met George and Bertha coming into the store.George was beginning to show his age and was moving slow. "How's things out at the ranch?" Making do, same's always. Wish we could find a body to help, but nobody wants to work with pigs no more. When's the trial for them murderers?" A couple more weeks. It'll be quick. He knells down, his hairy back is towards me, and from the sounds both of them are making, he starts to fuck my mom. I pull my Iphone and start video all this, even zooming in. It only last a few minutes, and the man gets up and walks off to the bathroom leaving mom laying there. I get a great upclose shot of mom's cream filled pussy. I decide to sneak back to my room, and after about twenty minutes I hear them again. I sneak back over to the banister and start to video them some more. This. The waiters had already done an impeccable job as usual, but this was sort of a ritual for her each time before opening. She stopped by the kitchen doors and turned around. This was also her ritual, to take a long, deliberate moment to scan every inch of the restaurant with her discerning eyes. Perhaps it was to remind herself that it wasn't a dream. This was hers. It was a small place, Little Roses, and not quite in the ritzy locales of Napa Valley --not yet, anyway-- but it was hers. The.