” “If you ever need any help with the heavier boxes, you know where to find me.” “Well, moving in has been a pain. Can you help out now?” ...“Sure thing, Lynn.”I walked inside and was instantly cooled by the air conditioning. Boxes towered all over the place, as if she hadn’t even started. I must have been stating wide eyed at them because she then asked jokingly, “Regretting your decision?” “No, not at all. Just plenty of boxes here, where do you want to start?” “Let’s get all of the. Debris and canvas was moving at the river rate downstream. Men fight to grab anything floating near to save their lives, but proved unworthy to help as all drifted downstream. Bodies were seen floating by the banks effortless and no movement was made.Frank pounded against boxes for support and he could hear Rebecca screaming and struggling to stay afloat. He tried immensely to reach Rebecca." I'm coming to get you," he said"Hold on Rebecca," he yelled.Frank had a lappet in his hand to help. She moaned, her world narrowing again, as I massaged the spit into her arsehole, my thumb teasing her open. Her reserve hadn’t crumpled, her gaze refocused on the hotties below. “Miss, they’ll know.”“Being an anal-whore isn’t shameful, sweetheart,” I said, thrusting the toy into her arse, her anal ring stretching and burning as it slid over the sticky doe.Then I slammed the toy repeatedly deep and hard, fucking her without restraint, my hips slapping against her butt as I filled her tight arse.. She was asleep and the actions were unconscious, but I liked them nevertheless. Soon, her tits were mashed against my chest and her legs were wrapped over mine.Her breathing was heavy.It didn't take much of this contact to give me a hard-on, an erection that I was forced to cure in the most natural way. I popped it in her pussy and let it ride there until we'd both become warm and sticky and contented, and then we slept.Or rather we didn't. We tossed and turned, and the fidgeting made me horny.