It should be that mad. I initiated the thrust. Slowly! speed up! fast! faster! go on demon! Hit my mom! “oh! Stronger! Oh!..... Ah!..... Oh!..... Ah... Stronger you bastard! Oh!... Ah!... Oh!... Ah! louder! Oh! Ah! Oh! Ah!” she shrieked. “mom! you have it!...have it again! Mom!… mom! mom! mom!” I was assuming the dog’s position with my hands around her belly, feeling myself like a dog. She was great! Encouraging me with her spasmodic reactions. “mom!” “damn your mom.” “yeh!... yeh!...yeh!” I. The report gave me all the answers I was looking for and I thanked God that I wasn't the target of his rage.I was sure Peterson Sr. had read this report and must have had a good old fashioned belly laugh, he must have felt like a kid at Christmas watching the Bates clan and knowing an anvil was about to be dropped on them.My guess is Peterson Sr. wasn't real happy about the scandal that would erupt with the upcoming divorce of Doug and Susan, not to mention his precious baby boy being set. We continued to chip away at establishing some sort of foothold on that other Earth. Mostly it was just a matter of a little better organization and timing. We weren't really thinking about finding gold so much as just being able to move around, being safe and exploring. The resources my Dad started bringing to bear began to make me wonder just a little at whether all the McKesson wealth had remained behind in North Carolina as I'd always thought.At first, transportation had been a big issue,. He whimpered expectantly and she smiled at his inflating cock, still damp from their aborted efforts in the groundsman's shed. Her hands glided over his skin and swept across his tummy and his thighs. He closed his eyes and Fiona took a step to his left, brushing her hands against his cock. She nibbled at his earlobes and stepped back as she slowly walked around him, pushing against his sides with her hands and gripping his erect penis."Tell me," she whispered. "I bet you've been thinking how.