Whether she was too small, or the required pheromones were absent, Kyle still could not come. Even in his moose state he realized Gina was wincing at ...ach thrust, gasping, and enduring the mating for his sake. His heart sank. Despite the natural urge to rut burning inside him, he withdrew.Kyle lowered his head and ran at the back door of the garage. With a lunge, he rammed the door once, twice, then it crashed open.“Kyle! No!” Gina screamed, “Please don’t! They’ll kill you!”He stampeded through. My pinky made its way up the track, gathering a film of moisture as it progressed. At the end of the track, the seam ended as well. Was this some sort of drainage system for my waste? I pushed my pinky forward, into where the folds of latex met and became one.There was something hard within its tight confines, as I pushed deeper to investigate, it strained the track, stimulating me when its roughness met with sensitive tissue. I twitched with the sudden shock, and the nail on my pinky caught. Most days it took her a cup of coffee and a shower before her eyes stayed opened. Today she jumped out of bed and went to fix breakfast. When she caught herself wondering what her date would look like naked she knew she was in trouble. It took Paige forever to get dressed after her shower. Buttons wouldn’t line up with the holes and the zipper on her jeans stuck. It was noon before she left to take care of her errands. A new display going up at the lingerie store in the mall drew her attention.. We’ve finally left New York State behind us. Where in PA is this, anyway?” Justine replied to her husband ... well, her first hubby.“Somewhere just over the border. Erie County, perhaps?” Mike Hawkins pointed to the county line that they bypassed seconds before.“Touche ... very general of you,” Justine answered the flippance of her second husband.Both men cracked up at their wife and her response. Justine was nothing if not feisty, their French-Canadian ginger delight. Sharing her was quite the.