" The work on 413 is a lifted cleat. Don't know why but I did a Doppler probe – probably for the practice, I got an anomaly that I couldn't put down...to that bollard. Took me half a day to locate it but the middle third of that deck is stress fractured. Once I got a cut it was easy. The apex of the stress area is where they bolt a power windlass and it spreads out and away from that bollard. Enough tension on that winch and that deck would lift. With the bollard and that, it needs a metal survey. Jake was very persistent in looking for treats in every pant and shirt pocket with his sensitive and inquisitive nose. Often times very embarrassingly so when Alexis's girlfriends were over repeatedly nuzzling their shirt pockets with a velvet soft nose eliciting giggles from them. One girlfriend had commented Jake was better at this than some of her past boyfriends! But I must say he did make a good watch donkey. Whenever he heard a vehicle coming up the miles long ranch road to our house, he. Samson was yelping, quivering all over, and all set to hump away but waiting until his bone was buried. Fuck aromas drifted up from her groin. Molly couldn't tell what was hotter, her cunt or the dog's cock. They were both so fiery hot that she half expected them to melt together and wind up cast into one.That led to another thought. She knew that dogs often got stuck together after they had fucked. Was it possible that the dog's cock might get stuck up her? It was worrying and slightly. She still looked pretty and didn't look like a huge mess but she thought it was a bit more believable. "Eh?" She asked, looking over at him and tilting her head with a little smile. "Do I look like a distressed soon-to-be prostitute?"Mister O looked at her and then gave her a double take. The look of her being distressed no doubt appealed to him. He knew she was broken on the inside, but the sight of her as she was attracted him to her. Either that or her broken matched his, but instead of.