That fucking bear, gawdammit, made me, MADE ME blow him! That’s awful! I feel so degraded, so demeaned. That fucking bear! I know what I’ll do! I�...�ll fucking kill him! That’s what I’ll do! I’ll kill him!’So, he gets back to his truck, he puts his deer rifle back into the truck, and he pulls out a .338 Lapua, a freaking monster of a gun. Chambering a round, he sets out again, this time hunting for the bear. He stalks through the woods, stepping stealthily, looking all around. Finally, he steps. He could see that they were wet, almost dripping wet. He could smell the sent of her sweet juices. His dick started throbbing even harder. She stood up, “thanks she said with a small grin on her face.” when James saw that it was like a powerful magnet pulling his dick to her ass, he could barely contain himself. It brushed against her bare smooth skin she jumped a little from the tickle. He got even harder, a little bit of clear liquid came out of the tip of his dick. It wasn’t big enough for. " Baby, who is Rod?" Can I have some more Dr. Pepper?" Of course." He kissed her forehead.When he returned with her drink, she was sitting on the end of the couch. Her legs were pulled up under her and she was hugging one of the suede throw pillow. She took the glass from him and took a good swallow before sitting it on the coaster he had placed on the end table. Returning to his previous seat, he turned and faced her."Rod was the oldest son of mama's friend Edna. She was the president of. .. or desirable.Before confronting the beast, though, I got through to Dave, catching him on his mobile just as he was picking up the mail in the office, apparently. We talked for about a quarter of an hour ... the news of Carla's difficulties was not good, really, even from the entirely selfish perspective of its likely impact on us – god alone knew what Carla and her partner must be going through – but there was something about Dave that reassured me. Previously when we'd had problems with.