She wondered with just a little trepidation whether she was making a serious mistake now? Taming one mutt was quite feasible – she had considered it... before, and knew that there was at least one wasteland wanderer with a reputation for capturing and domesticating wild dogs to sell. Originally, thousands of years ago all dogs were wild until humans domesticated them. One dog she could easily domesticate, she was sure. But a pack of five wild mongrels? That was ambitious.Of course, she didn’t. That and whiskey lol’ coupled with the fact you have taken the time to chat with me. Well I have always wanted to come to Alaska and now being here I knew I had to look you p and at least say hi. I wasn’t disappointed either you are better looking in person and if I was a younger man I would have hit on you while you were working. So I am glad on my last night here before I go further north I was able to at least meet you. Thanks”The next day I was traveling north so I packed up and began to. "Hello Beth, long time no see," said Charles Granville"Hi Charlie, Meg, how's it going." Fine." Real good thanks."Beth embraced them both and smiled as they took her hands and led her towards the stalls."Reckon you should probably take Spirit out, what do you say mother?"Megan nodded in agreement with her husband,Beth entered Spirit's stall; he was a five-year-old stallion, standing tall and black at the door. Beth stroked his nose in greeting before saddling him and heading out across the. She was every bit the imp, and my cock ached to see her that way. She also wore a green masquerade mask. It hid her upper face, but showed her sexy smile. We had agreed that a small measure of anonymity would help. Almost no words were exchanged. She found a stool on wheels that put her open shelf-like bosom right at cum-dumping level. Lusty grins were exchanged. Finally Helen spoke. “Okay, boys, what have you got for me? Take ‘em out.”One by one, we all pulled our cocks out, each of us long.