When we replace their losses so casually, who can even blame them?" So what made these tracks?" It was probably some larger animal, doubtless employed...to help transport all the stolen seed." That seems to imply a level of intelligence." The Trogs are cunning. Never underestimate them. They employ tools in a similar way to that of our prehistoric ancestors. They've even been known to subjugate lower animals to perform menial tasks for them."I mumbled doubtfully as I stared at the prints. It. “Yes, Daddy, it’s a boy,” she said, and she was smiling.“Oh my,” I said. I had a thought. “Does you mom know?”“Yes, talked to her earlier today. I knew you were working so I waited till now to sandbag you,” she said. I’d not been ignoring Daniel deliberately, but I had been, I changed that now.“Well, and Daniel, how are you doing?” I said.“Fine, sir, a little anxious maybe,” he said. “But momma here is doing good, so, so am I.”“Well, good,” I said.“Yes, Daddy, I’m good. And like I said before,. That was, of course, not entirely true. At that moment, I wanted more than anything for her to stay. Of course, that would be a terrible idea, and now that I was no longer doing my thinking downstairs, I could see that. Still, I could see the mental anguish playing out on her face, and I pitied her. I was having trouble with it myself. We were both standing on a precipice, one missed step away from plummeting into…what? I honestly wasn’t sure where this metaphor was going. Did the pit represent. His mouth was transferring from both nipples, making him rock hard. A fact was noticed by her. She didn’t play around, her wanting just as bad. She tore into his pants, sliding her hand across his fully hard dick, she loved the touch and the heat that every inch of his smooth dick made her feel. She hastily pulled his pants halfway down so she grab it with both hands and began to gently stroke him, which brought a undertone moan to him, and sent both of them into a frenzy. They kissed and.