I found it a very strange thing for my owner to say, but didn't get much time to dwell on it. The big muscular black man behind me kept his left hand ...n my left ass cheek and pushed down hard...spreading it wide and exposing my hole. His right hand had left my cheek, and I assumed was tightly holding the base of his beer-can cock. He placed his cock right against my hole, and began to apply pressure.With one last ditch of effort to stop this overwhelming act to take place, I clenched my hole as. It was impossible to determine who drove by where the bodies were crammed.Without the fingerprints the possibility of a third party driver could not be discounted. The state was working on an iron clad case. They wanted access to a considerable portion of the billions.My next of kin, a weasel if ever I saw one, wanted our fingerprints so he could prove we weren't. We had to be dead and fingerprints would prove it. The hospital had produced a ringer ... a pair of ringers ... so they could. Tess bit her lip to hide a smile. His light-hearted banter would have put her completely at ease if his physical presence didn’t have just the opposite effect. She watched him wrap his hands around the pink bundle and wring it out, fascinated by the sight. As innocent as the moment was, it almost seemed too intimate.Thunder rumbled above them, so loud it shook the cave. Max dropped her bra onto a rock and turned to face her. He watched her in silence, seemingly amused by whatever it was he saw. You could say I’m somewhat of an expert. I’ve perched upon gnarly oaks, shaded under weeping willows, and even sampled the sap of the sweet maples. What can I do for you gentlemen?”“Would you care to settle and argument for us? Could you tell us whether this sapling is the Son of a Birch, or the Son of a Beech?”“I would be happy to!” Said the woodpecker and off he flew.The princes were secure with this turn of events and even ceased arguing for a while until they heard the sound of tapping.Tap,.