Cheryl thrust herbody up against me with each of my strokes as ourtongues intertwined. Cheryl came way before I did. Ikept humping her until I explode... into her pussy. I keptdriving my slowly softening cock into her vagina untilshe came a second time.We laid there kissing a while, Cheryl’s hands all overmy naked syrup encrusted ass. We rolled onto our sides,Cheryl switching her attention from my ass to my cockwhile I gently squeezed her breasts through her wetshirt. Cheryl got on top of. “Young man, I am Carlton Hayes. Breaker and Sam were my sons.” He stepped forward and shook my hand, before hugging me tightly.The pain in his face was obvious, as was his anger. “I know you tried to help my son and I am eternally grateful for your courage and fortitude. The people who killed my boys and tried to kill you punched a ticket for a ride they are not going to enjoy, and I promise you they will never have another minute of rest for the rest of their short lives.”The dogs were plainly. Large.The Wellington Group produced enormous amounts of food for Europe. From Sheep to pork, and cereals to oil seeds, if there was a significant market, the Wellington Group grew, raised, or provided it. Strawberries, raspberries and turnips grew alongside rhubarb, peas, carrots and broccoli. The farms spread out across the low lands for thousands and thousands of acres.Castle Wellington commanded a hilltop. From the balcony I could see for miles in several directions. Water was plentiful, as. With my dog’s lifeless body at my chest, I took Scrappy by the leash in my other hand and started home, weeping as we went. Scrappy jumped and pawed, whining at my knees the whole way. Like me, I believe he was trying hard to comprehend why only moments ago, little September Snow, who’d been running along side him free as the wind, now lay silent in my arms. # I buried her in the back yard at home. Marking the tiny grave with a small wooden cross nailed together in the garage, the old man’s.