We gave up on hunting and foraging and lived off our stores. Dammit, I never realized how tired I could get of salted fish!Being stuck in the cave did...one good thing for me: I was induced to start work on improving our front door. The wall was thin enough along there that I did not have much rock to remove as I enlarged the doorway. I had a small sledge hammer and a chisel that I could use to chip away the limestone. Michaelangelo, I'm not, but I was able to do a decent job of squaring up the. The sight of what was once her attractive face now resembled one of those latex masks that one sees on store shelves during Halloween season. Bob then stood atop her face, thereby damaging her crushed features even more severely, and, bending down, grabbed hold of the cadaver's wig. With one fast pull, he managed to rip most of what was in his hand free from his cousin's scalp, sending him reeling back a bit from the force of his own movements. Bob knew his time was truly running short at this. He obviously knows what he is doing and his sensual movements are like waves at a lakeside as they build up and recede gently with pressure and proximity to my sensitive areas. I love his fingers gliding up my legs and grasping my glutes. Soft moans come out with my breaths and I remember how much you like my sounds when I am in the zone. In the middle of a gentle thought about what you might be seeing, I realize there are more than two hands on me. I smile knowing you are grasping me too, with. Considering how much I’d cum earlier, I was amazed at how quickly the urge to squirt jism out the end of my cock happened. Pushing my mom’s head away from my cock, I grabbed hold of it and started to slide my hand up and down its length. For some reason the very fact that my mom knelt there waiting in anticipation for me to pump cum all over her tits was extremely erotic and not even trying to hold back I shot wad after wad of hot cum all over those magnificent tits, paying particular attention.