The memory of that swishing sound, followed immediately by searing agony was still too recent to allow her mind to dwell upon it at any length.Her sec...nd visit, following her disobedience in failing to stand still had been easier than either the first or the third. On that occasion she had been made to step into a small chamber which had then closed behind her, leaving her in a four feet square enclosure. The confinement was bad enough but immediately on stepping in she noticed a chill in the. I could feel myself growing harder still in her grasp. At first her strokes were long and tantalisingly slow along my shaft, from the sensitive furrow behind my glans, down to the tightening sack at its base. “Ohhh Alice...” With a broad smile, she lowered her head to my waist. Her long blonde hair fell forward like a damp curtain, cool against the heat of my belly and obscuring her sweet mouth from view as it descended closer and closer to my cock. I felt the heat of her breath on its swollen. A week later I had gone out to set traps and Bear Claw was smoking meat outside the cabin when two trappers followed the smoke to the cabin. Lucky, the name we gave the coyote pup yelped once he smelled and heard the two trappers coming. Bear Claw looked up and saw them and did not like the look they had. She slowly moved to the cabin and bolted the door. I heard the shot and knew it was Bear Claw's pistol. I was running along side Smoke, hopping and skipping until I was able to swing up into. "Well, there was sort of this, accident..." "My poor baby!" "It was Maynard! But this, uh, this person-" "Good save," the girl said, coming over, now. "Pickle?" "Maynn-" "Your name is, Mane?" Dobie's mom asked. "No, Mrs. G." "Never mind that! Just tell me; was Krebs hurt?" Mr. G. asked, ready to smile. "Well..." Dobie said, looking at the girl. "Nothing's physically wrong; I don't think." "It's Mental?! How could you tell with that kook?!" "Let's just say, Maynard G. Krebs is not, like, the.