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Brilliant scientist Maggie Forestt is on an expedition to find a prehistoric biped she believes to still be a living species. She’s willing to do anything to make her name in the archeology world, but who would have thought she’d come face to faceMoreBrilliant scientist Maggie Forestt is on an expedition to find a prehistoric biped she believes to still be a living species. She’s willing to do anything to make her name in the archeology world, but who would have thought she’d come face to face with the creature and that it would be interested in taking every one of her holes!Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity during a very rough paranormal sex encounter. It includes oral sex, deepthroat, first anal sex, rough sex, monster sex, and semen swallowing. It is intended for mature readers who will not be offended by paranormal fantasy sex.Here is a preview:When a skeleton was unearthed a year prior, it was no more than forty years dead. Of course, most of the scientific community dismissed it as a deformed man, but I could see the parallels with ancient fossils. The fossil evidence for the existence of the troll was clear and undisputed, though most scientists believed it to be a failed offshoot of evolution, some kind of an intelligent and bipedal reptile that disappeared millions of years in the past. Not me. The new skeleton told me the species was still alive, and if I could prove it, the name Maggie Foresst would go down in history along with Schmerling, Fuhlrott, and Leakey.I walked about thirty feet, and, exhausted, I rolled out my sleeping bag. I stripped my outer garments off so I wore only my white cotton t-shirt, and my white shorts. They were more like boxers than shorts, and it felt wonderful to be free of the bulky canvas that protected me in the jungle but stifled me in the protection of the cave. There was a dim glow from phosphorescent moss, and I could see the stalactites above me. Stretched out on the sleeping bag, I lay quietly and gradually faded off to sleep. I was restless, and my mind was filled with thoughts of the troll, of travelling lectures, of remaking the field of archeology in my image. I began to dream, feeling strange and wonderful sensations as though someone with an enormous long tongue was licking his way up my legs and up and over my body. It was strange. I didnt see any images but when the tongue went over my face, I felt an astounding sense of well-being. And then my eyes opened.