Bumps and bruises were the only evidence of the crash. That, and the two feet of pontoons in the lake. We ran through the options for rescue and all...of them were ruled out. By the third or fourth option Havana started whimpering softly. Hal and I pitched the tent and arranged the supplies we saved. Liz took Havana back in the tent to try to calm her down.Hal and I busied ourselves collecting firewood and pit. When we sat down by the fire we heard soft muffled sounds coming from the tent. . Reynolds thought he was going to marry this little Russian bitch! I guess he forgot that his commanding officer had to sign off for this to happen. I had waited for a break like this and planned on using it to my utmost advantage. I grinned at Sgt. Reynolds, yanked my arm out of his hand and stated, "Sgt. Reynolds, did you forget that as your commanding officer I need to approve any marriages."Yeah, I finally had this bull by the horns but then the little Russian bitch decided to speak her. The nettles made her cry out at once whenever Emma smacked them across her ass. Welts popped up all over her cheeks immediately. At the same time, Emma's massive shemale cock was stretching the young detective's asshole to its very limits. The assault was brutal, but Velma screamed with perverted pleasure, begging to be used and abused still harder. She was ramming her ass back on the turgid cock that stuffed it, and whenever she could manage it, she mauled her nipples. For ten solid minutes,. I won’t go into detail about what we talked about boring catching up stuff. At 11:30 Sara looked at her watch.“Shit! It’s late I’ve got to run.” Sara said finishing off her 7th glass of Scotch and hobbling toward the door. I hadn’t had a drink all night I don’t like to drink never have. “No your drunk I’ll take you home.” I said. I picked her up and took her to my car, and drove her home. I took her to the door and began to walk away.“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked.“Home,” I.