Then I release her…I am really hard, I am thinking, how mad have I become in just a few hours. Fucking these two nymphs to my heart’s content and ...sing them as I fancy. Their bodies are marked by my bites and are red at places I have squeezed and they must have hurt. But they are accepting everything. And yet, want more.I once again hold anu by her waist and raising her, make her sit on the slab of kitchen. Her pussy at level with my cock. I slide in to her and fuck her again. She hugs me. "Normally we don't, not these last few months. But things worked out for us this weekend."She flicked the tangled strands of her hair back out of her face. "I'm messy and I need to clean up," she said."I've never minded seconds, messy or otherwise," he said. He cupped a breast in his warm hand and began to squeeze gently. His thumb traced lightly across her nipple, perking that little bud up to attention quickly."Well, that's true," she conceded, "but I've got to pee, too." Okay, for that I'll. He had never realized how physically fit she really was until today. He believed she could have climbed up here without taking any rest breaks. He didn’t know it, but, had she been alone, she could have stripped down and flown up here.“What did you pack for lunch?” he asked her.She opened her backpack and pulled out a plastic container containing a few slices of bread and a small, zippered ice pack. Opening it, she produced some packaged bologna and individually wrapped slices of white. Bob joked that we needed to thank Tom Gregory for giving him this idea. Last year when we helped take down ‘Papa Legba’, Tom had explained to us why people would be so afraid of us. He’d asked us how hard it would be for us to just ‘pluck’ a plane out of the sky. We didn’t do that exactly, since we just mentally pushed down on the ailerons (wing flaps) forcing the plane to nose-dive into the ground.We landed on the island, upwind from the crash, just to check that there were no survivors. Now.