She might be hairy for a human but was still much too smooth for a cat.The naked escapee had first seen the wild eyed cat a few weeks before the first...frost. Emma had always loved cats and was delighted at first to see the black creature staring at her from a safe distance. But her efforts at making friends had got nowhere until she lit the first fire and went off to get food from the store and see what fish had been hooked overnight.On returning she had seen the cat and her three surviving. " She pulled my shirt up over my head. Leaned in and kissed me on the cheek with a smile. Her hard nipples brushed against my chest and I shuttered. She knelt and pulled down my shorts, freeing my penis into the cool breeze. She smiled. "You are always ready," she said, "but first we must clean you off." I followed her into the pool and she washed off my entire body with some sort of plant that looked like a green sponge. We waded around the pool. The cool water kept the throbbing in my groin. I called Mary Beth the day I got home and told Mom and Dad that now I had my license, I’d like to go camping for the weekend. Dad tossed me the keys to the truck and told me I had work to start on Monday and not to be late. How cool is that? I loaded my camp gear in the back of the truck, and hung my rifle from the rack in the rear window and by dinner time I was on the road. I knew where to drive to, though, and it was straight through Centennial. Beckie lived just beyond Miller Corner and. "You only got his cameras Mr. Davis, not ours." The detective told me. "Don't worry, we're still after ol' Don." He chuckled. "Maybe you'll be cell mates, and can swap stories." Now he horse laughed.I sat quietly with the handcuffs on and said very quietly. "They're both eighteen years old."The detective got very quiet and started studying his notes. About that time the female officer came around the corner. "Sarge, we've got a problem."The detective looked at me confused, and then turned his.