Who would go barefoot in the snow? Bigfoot? She looked around again.She walked above the deadfall, watching the shadows. She found a walledpath. A kil... zone? It opened up into another funneled path - this timefunneling traffic from upslope.The upslope funnel was smaller. Maybe twenty meters long. The onedownslope started maybe five hundred meters down.While perched on a log above the kill zone, Chastity heard yips. Sheheard an occasional, "Hah!" or "Ya!," but mostly yips.It didn't sound like. Controlling his cock made sex delicious. While holding the cock I learned about the knot. It amazed me the size it can reach and also I understood the reason dogs get stucked when they copulate.When my ass got used to his cock, I decided to stop using my hand to control. Big mistake. I thought due to the size of the knot it would be impossible to enter inside me. Naive me! I didn't know it grows when starting fucking the bitch. So the first time he knotted me I was shocked. He was humping me. He had the same quick hands and feet, the same beauty in his movements. In seconds, one big guy was holding a broken nose as his blood poured down his arm. The other was sitting on the floor groaning and holding his balls.The little guy walked to the corner cot and sat down. He didn't strut or preen. He walked, like a workman who's done the job he needed to do, and now he's going to rest until the next job comes along. He looked at us impassively but with intelligence.After we did the paperwork. I held her waist but didn't move except to flip the page for her. Although at first tense playing in this odd configuration, she relaxed soon after I turned the first page. The music intensified in this section, growing slowly, building to an emotional high that would soon subside near the end, sliding into a long lilting rhythm. As the notes betrayed their ascending trend, I slipped my hands up to cup the bottoms of Mom's breasts, taking just a little of their weight. In response to her sharp.