I left the last house of the village behind me, turned left and started walking up the short incline and into the trees, feeling the road level off as...I walked into the darkness where the streetlights couldn’t penetrate. So that I wouldn’t spend too much time thinking about what might be hiding in among the trees I thought about Alex. I had met him for the first time at the beginning of April, the start of our season. Even thinking about our first meeting was enough to have my stomach muscles. Laine was indeed bred again...over the next twenty years she was pregnant fifteen times, giving birth to over forty black babies. Fertility d**gs were involved obviously, with two sets of sextuplets, five sets of triplets, and seven sets of twins were born in addition to five single babies. At the age of thirty-eight, her worn out womb simply could not take anymore breeding. Jamal had no more use for his bitch at this point, and one night in the hours after midnight, her drove her even deeper. It was semi-flaccid and I was afraid it would retract out of fear and I would be embarrassed when Rob entered the shower. Fortunately it began to swell and was not quite fully erect when the shower curtain slid open and in stepped Rob. His nude body was toned and his belly was flat. His chest was firm with a slight amount of chest hair. A little trail of dark hair started at his navel and moved south down to his cock and balls. His cock was beautiful, it was thick and circumsized, and was about. Then, you...you lost your leg. My dream woman now was an amputee. I didn't care about anyone else...no one." "How does reality match the fantasy?" She rubbed the end of her stump. "I could ask you the same question about having one leg." John laughed. "The reality was even better with you." "Having one leg, having you next to me, both are fantastic." "Why one leg? Have you ever thought about both legs or an arm?" "Yeah. I've considered all the combinations." She laughed. "For a while, I thought.