Right now she was on the ice, comfortable in her old familiar role as right winger. She had the puck; she also had three opposition players on her, wh...ch her team's weak-side winger didn't. She slapped the puck into the right-wing corner and kept skating for the blue line. The puck followed the curve of the rink end around to start back toward her own end on the left winger's side – and straight onto the waiting stick blade of the left-winger, Jamal. He then turned several powerful strokes of. "Missy, I'm sorry. I think we'refucked. If I don't figure something soon, we'll die out here." Would you rather go back?" Melissa asked."No." Me, neither. Dammit." Melissa smiled briefly.Jas readied her bow. They followed a game trail. It worried Jas that shedidn't recognize any of the prints in the frozen mud.Not hoofs, not paws. Lots of small bird sign, but no big tracks, like thedinosaurs made.This almost looked like a dino track.A thing rose up in the sagebrush just off the trail. Too many. The fighting ring was simply that. It was dogs batteringeach other into submission. It seemed the winner was the one who pinnedthe other to the floor. The audience all women were going wild shoutingat the dogs and offering bets to each other. The obedience ring, now thisone was interesting. It involved dogs and females. It looked like thefemales were paid prostitutes. They had to seduce the dogs to get theircocks to harden. Each dog was wired to a buzzer. When he got fully erecthe had failed to. Tears came to her eyes. Tears came to his eyes. He had just confirmed to her that he was the right guy. Ten minutes later they were concentrating on the kiss. She said, ‘The love of your life now has your cock buried in her pussy. The love of my life has his cock buried in me. My blood is mixing with your cum, Let’s enjoy that for a minute or five until your cock is ready again.’ He had tried mightily to hold off but as soon as the kiss became his primary focus he ejaculated in her. He had.