I thought to myself that this wasn’t just any girl, but a trained professional.I had wandered into a different world, and to my own dismay, I was be...inning to enjoy it. At breakfast there was a lot of talk about how bold it had been for the outlaws to have tried to take out Carson like that. I mostly sat back and listened. It wasn’t my place to say anything. It was Carson who turned to me and said it was because of this brother that his precious Jessica had survived and every one raised a glass. She lay in her back and opened her big creamy white thighs as wide as her legs would let her. Geraldine stopped fucking Cheryl long enough to give my dick a nice wet kiss and before guiding it into Brenda's throbbing pussy. OOOOOhhhh, it felt so soft and smooth. She was close built down there and her pussy felt like a small hand stroking my dick. I eased into her plump tight pussy slowly and deliberately, pausing every now and then to feel her muscles contract around my shaft. After what. “Your stuff is there on the bed” Greg said. “Don’t be long.” Then Greg got up and started to walk out of the room, squeezing my ass as he went.I went over to the bed and looked at the clothes. White thong panties, White bra, prestuffed, White heels, and a White Wedding Dress. OMG a wedding dress. I took another sip of wine and figured what the hell and started to get dressed. I found make-up and put it on aswell. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought not bad. I headed downstairs.Greg was. He'd had his hair done at thesalon dozens of times, and he'd knew what a hair dryer looked like, andthat chair with that helmet was no hair dryer!He thought of the girl he'd fucked last night, before all this started.Was there a connection? He thought some more. Holding mouth and nose.Eyes glazed. Pool hall. Rapist. Killer. Psychopath. Zoo? No, some kind ofmental patient. Maybe one of them escaped. Escaped. He'd escaped.Escaping. Walking out the door. The way they had come to get him lastnight..