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Not content with what was available, I wrote this with parts of all stories I collected to create as. Because my output slowed down over the last year and it was taking too long to finish (over 15 years), I planned to wrap it all up but recently lost my files before I could finish. Manage to retrieve this as last updated in over 18 months ago but it was too much work to do this again so call it a day and publish it as it is. Apologize for the errors but feel free to complete it as your own version. The noise teen of the crash had caught the attention of Clint Hayes and his dog King as they were crossing a nearby creek. They made their way in the direction the noise had come from to see what had happened. Clint lived in a cabin with his dog just across the next small mountain. He was a decorated Gulf War Veteran who had come home from the war to find his wife of 10 years had been cheating on him for the lead singer in an up and coming rock band several years ago. In the confrontation that followed; he had punched them which had led to his arrest. They then had a messy divorce and he pulled up stakes and bought the cabin and a few acres out here in the middle of nowhere. The cabin had no electricity. He made a living operating heavy machinery at a paper mill over near the river. Even though he was relatively young, in his 30's, he did miss female Hardcore company but preferred "Rosie Palm and her five sisters" to developing a relationship. King arrived first at the smoldering car and was sniffing at the driver’s side door. Clint jerked the door wide open and leaned down to check the occupant. Then he looked at her. The woman was still breathing but didn't look good. Her breath came in ragged gasps and he could hear a kind of gurgling sound in her chest. She seemed to be unconscious but her body was twisting on the ground and moved when he touched her. 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And then she purred in his ear, "Don't worry, sugar, you'll get used to us eventually." I screamed as it hurt like hell and I figured that I’d got the angle wrong. He hired a dozen huntsmen and ordered them to shoot all the wolves and wild cats on the island. She was pinned against the wall, legs spread on either side of his wide build, her small arms pushed against her shoulders as his one hand kept a tight grip on her mouth and the other now squeezed her his as he positioned himself to enter her. “And we won’t be needing those books, not today.” She was cumming in continuous succession. She also turned around and rubbed her gown into the crack of her butt. She could feel Alex’s pulse through her trapped wrists, and Dawn wasn’t entirely sure who’s heart was beating faster; the heart of the naked, drenched woman’s she had pinned to their bed, or her own. While Mary went on home. I spit into my hand once again for just a bit more lube for Jill’s ass. And so, with the report that I had gotten from Candy of the Mt. Beaver Detectives, I asked her if she would like to live with me, provisionally at first, but with the option if we both agreed for it to be permanent. Did anyone tell you . . .