This was time consuming, but it gradually led him deeper into the woods.At one point the scent-clue was so faint the little boy wasn’t sure it was r...ally there, and as he moved his face almost in contact with the bark, he found a long, reddish-brown hair. Paul smiled; perfume wasn’t the only clue a jungle tracker had at his disposal. He realized that he was actually moving towards the spot he and Paula had called home after running away, before Ted Michaels had found them. Would the little girl. " Ron poured another shot, draining the bottle, which had started less than a quarter full."I'll go get us another bottle and some Coke. I could probably use a drink or two, too."Ron shook his head as Christine stood. "I still can't get over you drinking. Just doesn't seem like you should be old enough. Damn, I'm getting old." Oh, poo. Older — maybe. You're not old." Old enough that being single again is depressing." You're a good looking man with a good job. Women will be throwing themselves. The cold steel of the chair is marking my back as she fucks me harder. The sound of the chair rocking gets louder as she does.She slows down and reverses her position and reaches down as her arse up and then down on my cock. She grinds away and moves back upright where I reach around and grope her breasts then slowly caress my way down to her clit where I start to rub and feel her juices flow out.She started to shudder then quickly pulled off of me and grab my cock and led me through the. All thoughts about the eggs were gone for the next few days. She did, however, finish reading her book. During work, she thought about the eggs and wanting to try them one last time. She figured out it might be best if she managed to get both eggs up inside her. She also thought about how she reacted each time she tried and knew somehow that she would have to prevent herself from pulling them back out in a hurry. Just how she could stop herself she didn't know, but she would work something out.