We could not keep our hands to ourselves.This morning I pulled up in the 'old' car out the front of this lovely house. A house very long and not very ...ide.A bedroom had been built on the front porch for "M"Inside was a very long passage way the first room was the lounge, next the parents large bedroom, then the dining room leading to a small kitchen to the left and to the bathroom on the right.Out the back was the laundry and toilet in a small backyard.I knew that "M's" parents were gone with a. " Chris licked, bobbed and moaned, twisting his fuck-mouth, screwing Pal with his whole head. Pal stood cock-stock still, hips pushed forward, offering his penis to the hungry, drooling lips. They both made little, low grunts of pleasure. Pal continued, we all liked the verbal commentary and Chris couldn't talk right now. "Tight tongue - fuck! That's a good little pussy mouth. Look at me." Chris glanced up at Pal's face while Pal reached out to hold the fuck-head motionless. One hand cupped. “What? Why?”“Because I ... it’s...” Jesus, how to say this and not sound like she was insane. “She can do some amazing things, you know? Jeremiah and Angela, they used her as a weapon, but I’m thinking she can do some good. She can do things that ... maybe...” Yeap, she was going to sound like an insane person. “She might be able to give me back something. Hell, maybe you, too.”“Get us back something? What?”Time for the hard part.“I think Elen can ... can maybe rebuild people, people we’ve. ‘If you had been a bit nicer to me, those irons could have been avoided,’ she said. ‘I would rather have these on me than your hands,’ he said bitterly. She laughed again and rising, she crossed to the door. ‘Simms, come in here, please.’ The sentry entered the room. ‘Attach Mr. Kincaid’s wrist shackles to the head of his bed, please.’ ‘Yes, ma’am,’ he replied. He produced a key and undid the chain that attached his cuffs to his waist and wrapped the chain around the thick beam of wood on the.