His powerful strokes barely gave her chance tobreathe, but her body still bucked back onto his dick, every part of herdesiring more. She panted loudly... raggedly, between strokes as hecontinued plowing her.Stephanie's eyes welled up, but whether from despair or desire, shedidn't know. Also building up between her legs, accompanying herheightened arousal, was what felt like a gaping hole, growing bigger andbigger. She felt like something was missing inside of her, that she hada space that needed. He knew there was no hope for any other man to ever have her while he lived and she would be different, so much different now that he was gone. But still, it was nice to think about, if only for a second, what she would be like if she were his.Kit thought, God rest your soul Gary, but I don't think you'd ever blame me for thinking about what it would be like if she were mine. I promise my friend. I'll make sure she's taken care of, and I'll never touch her. She's yours forever pal. She snuggled. They kept telling them that “none of the snakes are poisonous” but she had her doubts about that. The first time she felt one of the creatures start to wind around her ankle, she decided it was time to find her fishing stuff and head for the lake.Judy must have washed her leg for the umpteenth time but the memory of the snake still made her a little scared inside. She was certain that the badge for the care and feeding of the reptiles would never be on her chest but she didn’t care. She was. ‘Sit’ and ‘Stay’ were achieved easily, ‘Heel’ was almost instinctive. The one thing I recall the most about Retrievers is while I’ve been out hunting and see a set of hunters off in the distance, chasing their dog through the swamp. Or owners that would yell and yell and yell and their dog never pay attention to them. Or they would fetch the game then devour it. These visions of horror hunts made me keen to total communication and obedience. Sitting on the back porch looking out onto the.