Her courage and strength to defy convention, to hold a relationship that she knew was worthwhile and meant to be. She had the courage to pull the trig...er on a gun, and shoot someone to protect her mate. Sandy was one of the most honest people I’d ever met. Just like my parents. Her word was her bond. She was a good mother. She was my best friend. I could tell her anything and trust that it would never be told to anyone else and that it would never be thrown up in my face during an argument.. "I have a great idea," you said. "Jenny, lay on your back so Kendra can feed you my cum." I finished my beer and laid down, Kendra slid off your cock and squatted over my face. I expected her to slowly lower herself on my mouth, but instead she came down quickly, splashing her cum covered cunt on my face. Dan got up on the bed and fed Kendra his cock. Meanwhile you started licking my pussy and I started to relax. As your expert mouth lapped at my cunt. You inserted two fingers easily into me. She turned back around, facing the two Mexicans, seemingly mindless of her friend. Chris, sitting stupefied to her right and stoned out of her mind from the powerful combination of marijuana and cocaine, watching everything with glazed, unbelieving eyes. With both hands, Sandy lifted the bountiful fullness of her breasts, offering them wordlessly to the two brown men. Jose and Neil were the only men standing now; the other men had retreated to the living room, their hands in their laps to. " Dragging her fingers along the runes painted up her calf to the sound of her rangers' tittering, she offered, "There's no need to worry. I just had a bath." Scowling, Tsharles closed his eyes. "So be it. I'll do it." Behind him, his expression was matched by every one of his men. The howl of the wind outside was interrupted by a sputter, then a snort. Unable to contain himself, one of the soldiers brought his hand to his mouth, stifling a violent chuckle. The laugh was infectious, cracking.