It's not like I was going to have any serious problems with my co-worker either."Would that be ok, Mom," I asked looking to her."Of course, honey. I c...uld definitely use the help," she smiled, wiping her mouth daintily. “Those bags of dog food do get heavy, and these legs don't run like they used to. Besides, learning the books will keep your brain active, too. Keep you fit for all that college learning you'll be headed back to come August." Well, then," I said, beaming, "Where do I sign up?". Now I saw what she meant about him cumming a lot. He shot several massive, thick loads that went pretty far. One landing just short of her neck. Followed by a bunch of smaller yet still thick loads onto her back. I couldn't believe the sheer amount of it he shot and realized he had been shooting all of that into her pussy up until that point. The week following Marisa was on her period so I figured nothing would happen. This time not text or call before or after, just a note when I got home. Doug had a little trouble getting through to the hunters that he wanted the dogs alive and not ready for the stew pot. Most of them couldn't figure out what good a live dog was, but were willing to go along with Doug, since he had yet to steer them wrong.It took nearly 3 months before a dog was found, but it turned out to be a bonanza. A whole pack was found to be living a few miles away; there were too many to bring into town at one time, so Doug set out to capture a few. He needed adult males. They had come over that evening, intending on just a visit with good friends. The wine was poured and we all enjoyed ourselves. Sometime in the evening we started to notice Rebecca getting quite giggly, mind you this was not normal for her. Normally she could hold her liquor like the rest of us, but for some reason not tonight. As the night progressed she got more and more drunk, laughing a lot and quite unsteady.Her husband, Steve looked at her concern and sighing asking if we minded if she.