The man had the side of his face to the camera. The photo was taken from about 20 feet away and the resolution of the photo was grainy. The man looked...familiar, but Ed could not place the man's face. Ed picked up the magnifying glass and studied the picture. The picture was so grainy that he could not make out the man's face.Ed pushed him self away from the table and went to the phone. He dialed Hy Symington's number and left a message for him on his answering machine. Hy called back about 25. This potent mixture was arousing the dog's mating instincts beyond his control. If he didn't get relief soon, he'd go crazy. But his animal instincts were waiting for the bitch to be in the proper position on her four legs, but she wasn't cooperating. She just lay there like a dead animal and wouldn't move.Finally, Sam got tired of waiting for her and climbed on top of the still semiconscious Kimberly Brock and shuffled himself forward, facing the bitch face-to-face, its furry belly rubbing. ” He rubbed her naked back gently. “Your daddy’s nowhere near here… It’s just you and me, and I’m gonna fuck that sweet slutty cheerleader pussy so hard you’ll be doing the splits for a week.”Nicky’s eyes went wide at that statement, and she felt him lurch inside her. “Oh, Billy, you mean it?” She started moving on him again, making gentle circles, like she was using his dick to stir her honey pot. Billy pulled her to him in a deep French kiss. “You bet, baby… but first… I gotta taste that. I figured he could break me in half. I knew his partner, Bill, real well too — you know Bill's gay. He didn't say it, but any guy who can work a commercial boat and come home as clean as when he left, is a bit light in the loafers. Anyway, I'd known Mike since I was four years old and I'd had a thing for him ever since I the first time I saw him after I got boned.For me strong was good. Rough was better. Mike looked both.The last week before school started, I was working the Midday Sun.