Amy was on watch; she called on the radio that we had company coming up the road fast. Everyone moved like his or her pants were on fire. Yet nobody r...n into anyone or got in anybodies way. Ben, Two-Feather and I walked out of the house each holding a combat rifle. Brenda joined Amy in the tower. All of the other girls were moving to windows or out the back door to sweep to the sides of the house.Three trucks and a Winnebago came roaring into the driveway. There were women or girls driving all. "Well, that young man fucked me. I dragged him upstairs to our bedroom”"You brought him up here to our marital bed?”"Yes, my love. Right here in our bed. I pushed him down, unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. But do not worry; he was not as big as yours…”"Were you a little bit disappointed?" My husband smiled as he asked me."Not at all; a cock is a cock when you are horny enough…”“I stroked his dick a little before popping it into my mouth. I hadn't been sucking for more than a minute. . if we went with you?” Heather dared to speak up now.She was always one of my favorite clerks, hard-working, loyal, cheerful, even a bit flirty at times. Not just with me, either. She flirted with just about everyone, but she was noteworthy for playful pranks that often made me wonder about her intentions. Since she started working there some three years ago, the dirty blonde single mom had more than once shown her sauciness, her intelligence (including some common sense), and a few hobbies. “There are five claws on each of the front paws. Dad said he’s going to make a necklace for everyone, including Blizzard and Ginger.”The bear was a master at gathering calories and storing them for the winter in a thick layer of creamy white fat. Clark cut it away in slabs and then rendered it in a big iron kettle on an outdoor fire. His ranger friend had often boasted that bear grease was good for pan-frying meat, making soap, and rustproofing tools and equipment. It stored better than lard.