He walked the thirty or so yards to the body and nudged it with his toe, rolling it over. He shook his head, saddened, but not remorseful. Life was to...gh out here on the mountain, and beautiful female or not, he couldn’t afford to lose his hens this close to the beginning of winter.Slinging his rifle across his back by the strap, he crouched down and worked his arms under the mountain lion, feeling his shoulders and his quads strain a bit as he took up the seventy or so pounds of weight.. I feel the warm dampness, the heat of my yearning. My finger slides in slowly, my thumb resting on my clitoris as it hardens and appears from its little cover. My hand is soaking from the juices leaking form with in me. I pull my finger upwards and find the rough area behind my pubic mound.She slips her panties off, her pubic hair is trimmed to virtually nothing, her pussy looks wet and inviting.I rub my g spot, my legs instinctively clamp together. My toes begin to curl, pulses, like an. I immediately offered to accompany her down there one night Living down south had done wonders for Helens appearance and personality – I remembered a shy, quite awkward girl with long, though shapeless, brown hair. She was now confident, immaculately dressed with lustrous dark hair, showing just a hint of cleavage – not exactly attire required for a town centre coffee shop. However she explained she had an interview for a part-time position at the local private health trust which she could fit. Without the minor surgery that was performed on me 10 years ago, the girls, sadly, will have the 45-year life expectancy of their predecessors. With the surgery, my talented surgeon promises an additional decade or more. He’ll enlarge the opening to their uterus and laser burn out all those nasty little cancer-prone reproductive organs inside each of the girls. Once they’re all healed, they’ll be able to accommodate a whole ten-inch penis without undue discomfort. Their unique sexual capacity.