They were tied. He could only go forward, driving his cock deeper into his bitch’s womb. His pointed cock banged against her cervix a few times befo...e he yelped suddenly. He began to shoot his doggie sperm into her, filling her small cunt full of potent dog-seed, and panting happily into her ear as he continued to hump his slutty little wanton bitch.“Oh, he’s cumming! Licker is shooting his doggie-cum into me!” Jane exclaimed. She felt the hot, spurting, cum blast into her. It was so hot! It. He whispered out a name, once, under his breath: ‘Cathy.’ The agony I could hear in the one word left me speechless. I leaned down and kissed his temple, cradling his head against my shoulder. ‘Steven, it’s okay. It’s okay now, sweetheart. I’m not gone. I’m here. It was just a dream.’ I continued whispering soothing platitudes, as he reached around me and pulled me into a tight embrace. We moved together until I was folded up in his arms, my cheek pressed against his chest, his fingers tangled. But what if it were a Gibson's?The obvious answer was that the discovery that a species of snake that had been thought extinct was alive and slithering at Spearfish Lake would be big news to the scientific world, and perhaps beyond. If the right person were to get credit for the discovery, it could be quite a feather in their cap.And, there was no reason, Pacobel realized, why he shouldn't be that person. There had to be some sort of advantage to be gained out of that, somehow.Interesting. " Her next e-mail started.I had to laugh at that one. You tell a woman she is a low class cheating slut, a lying cum drinking fat whore and the first thing she will deny is being fat.We went on for over a year. Not everything was angry. I told her about my stories all being love stories, even if they were weird. I admitted I was not a good writer, I was barely a writer, but I enjoyed it. Not one of my stories ever left out love. "I kill monsters" was a love story about two people broken by hate.