..and started spelling out.... "H EL P M E, I M C A S." At that point in spelling, the girl found she nolonger remembered how to write...her memories ...ere being replaced withthose of growing up as puppy, then becoming a dog; being fixed at thevet so she couldn't reproduce. Being a happy dog focused on chasingbirds and rabbits and barking at little kids.I looked at the writing and looked at the girl and said, "I'm sorry."Queenie, looked at her and took her new human foot encased in. I saw what she was doing and kissed her damp forehead. Her eyes were round and bright, fixed intently on my thick, purple-veined shaft as it reamed her drooling choot. She put her hands on my shoulders for support as I lurched forward, my weight pushing her bodily towards the head of the bed. My auntie’s crotch bounced up and down against me, taking my glistening prick as deeply as possible. On the down-stroke, I began to grind my hips in a slow circle, mashing my pubic bone hard against her. "He does love you after all. This has just shaken him up." He's grabbing onto the one thing he knows is true," Dave added.Jen looked from him to Jennifer, who nodded. "You really think so?" I'm sure," he said.Jen relaxed, letting out a ragged breath. Dave stood and joined the two women by the window, wrapping his arms around both of them."We all love you," he said. "And him. And it'll be okay." I hope so," Jen said."I know so," Jennifer added. "Will's going to be fine." Yeah," Jen conceded.. ‘Owww’ cried Fred as he tripped over an old broom.‘Quiet!’ whispered George, as they both listened to see if they’d woken anybody.‘Looks like were in the clear’ sighed a relieved Fred, as they began their trek down the stairs and to the fireplace.They each grabbed a pinch of floo powder; one for the trip there and one for the trip back. One after another, they stepped into the fireplace and whispered Angelina’s address. Green flames erupted around each of them, spiraling them through the Floo.