His forepaws scratching up and down her shoulders, moving to her throat, clawing her titties as he struggled to work his knob into her twat."Yes, yes,...yes!" Lydia sighed, as his prick kept sliding into her clitty. Oh God, how wonderful it felt to sense his hot body, that long, tickling thick Irish Setter hair rubbing against her belly, against her legs, against her titties! Oh! Her titties! How good they felt rolling, bouncing, and slapping together under the animal's attack. More saliva rolled. He had his cock in his hand again, aiming it again. Going for that other place he likes. I braced myself. “Ready?” he said.“Do it.”“Do what?”“Fuck this little kitty cat.”And I shut my eyes tight as he slowly made his way into me. My “Mmms” became “Nnn” as he spread my ass open to better get into me. At least he mercifully did it slow, caressing my hair as he butt-fucked me. Each gentle thrust got a long groan for me as I took a few more inches of his cock. I grabbed one of my pillows and held. He had been so sweet. He replied telling her how he was looking for someone who could understand that he was in pain, and not ready to get hurt again. She knew. She knew very well what he meant since she was still in pain too. She told him about Jimmy, and he told her about Mary, the girl he was destined to marry, until she decided that she was not ready for such commitment. They talked about the emotions, stages as they called them. Pain, denial, hatred, and acceptance. They knew what had. ”Wanda told me, “Chuck had some time as a working Deputy, and that’s the only difference. You’ve been in the thick of things with him, and he thinks you can handle this job. You met John, the man Sam got his job from, and Chuck recently chose the next man, Tom Crowfoot, to run that office. Sam has stuck around a little to back Chuck up on a couple ops, and you became involved in them as well. They both think you’re the right man, so get used to it. You’ll be able to make your air charter.