However, his true meaning became more obvious. Did we want to see the photographs he’d just taken? My wife and I went ashen, I could hardly speak! W...’d always been very careful to mask her face in any posted pics. This guy looked young enough to be friends with our sons and it was pretty clear he wanted to spread them around to others! For someone hiding in the woods he certainly took good pics. My wife’s face clearly recognisable, with pussy on show for all to see. I jokingly said that I hoped. Tom thrust his spear forward at the chest of a huge biker whose eyes were devoid of anything resembling sanity. In his peripheral vision he saw another of the bikers, impaled through the shoulder, push itself forward with no regard for the spear that drove ever deeper into its flesh until it could reach the officer holding the dowel. The officer fell backwards, his face and chest in ruins.The line began to buckle. As Tom pulled his spear from the chest of his target, he observed Mark fly. “That’s the kind of talk I like to hear,” Amy purred. Get ready. I’m going to put you inside now. Can you feel my pussy clenching you?” I sure could! “Plleeeaasee, do it some more,” I begged. That’s when Angelina began to squirt. Some women dribble, but she spurted copiously, drenching my entire head in her bath of love. “Oh fuck fuck fuck!” she screamed. Amy bent down and licked up the juices that were puddling on my chest. After I had finished licking Angelina’s cunt clean, she asked me what. I had to laugh as I signed for the truck and looked at the list of contents the clerk had loaded for me. I guess they work on some sort of commission but it really didn't matter too much to me. He definitely was a salesman and very subtle about it.There were more than enough boxes for me and then some. But he explained, anything I didn't use, I'd get credit for. He had thrown in an extra hanging clothes carton and best of all he'd added two very important things I hadn't thought of. Packing.