The fucking, touching, kissing, kept going on for quite awhile, as did my orgasms. I had already lost count as to how many he had managed out of me, a...d the night was still young. We left the hotel and grabbed a bite to eat and headed to my house. He loves fucking me in my marriage bed. A little food, a little alcohol, a little rest, and we were soon back at it. Clothes were back off, the touching and the petting and the kissing started all over again. As we began fucking intensely and roughly. They looked like a litter of puppies chasing each other in a field, though this wasn’t a surprise, as she had noticed a gradual change in their skeletons. She could tell their many soft bones were joining together and hardening, solidifying into a canine-like posture. They would still be very flexible like their father, but she could see they were having more and more difficulty getting up on their hind-legs and always had to lean on something to do it. Right now, Marian was laughing with a. ” I pondered. “I’ve heard all I need to.” “You still want my advice?” She nodded, tears running down her face. “That’s why I’m here.” “Dump the dumb bastard.” I stated. “Sorry to be so blunt, but he’s a reprehensible piece of shit and doesn’t deserve you.” “If he’s knocked up one bimbo, he’ll do it again.” I added. “He has no respect for women, you’re all just pussies for his pleasure.” “By the time he figures it all out, if he ever does, he’ll be too old to be useful, poor and up to his neck. Jack looked in and there was a man standing there with his hands in the air. A passenger had a gun on him. Jack and I stepped down onto the ground to look over the man whom both Charley and I had shot. He was dead. All four horses were tied to the train up by the engine. There was a man on the ground with the engineer and the fireman standing over him. That put an end to the botched robbery.The conductor said. “Load the dead men into the caboose and I’ll take statements. I’ll have the horses.