... testing .... testing! .... TESTING!"It's some kind of high pitched version of my voice. I fight my way to myfeet, slipping as I do. We must have l...nded in a mud pit. I feel as ifI'm wearing clothes three times larger than before. Everything issoaking wet, filthy dirty and hanging off me. Dropping back to my knees,I feel around until I find my backpack. I unzip an outer pocket and pullout an LED flashlight. I push the switch and a beam of pale blue lightappears."Mirantha!"The shout feels. Just let me get on with it." He was grunting like a hog now. He was thrusting his pecker into her pussy as she took him and wished for more. He was through rather quickly. His face twisted into a frown, he pumped once more, then shot his juices into her. She sighed as he humped one last time and withdrew. "You can go now. I need to sleep. Go on, get the hell out." The raiders were not there long. They stayed just until they had rested up and were ready to ride to the border. They crossed over. As I could not get back to sleep, I got up and got ready to face the weekend chores. I dressed in a set of Camo patterned surgical scrubs (my go-to grubbies) and went to the garage and started the lawnmower. I started to do the front when I looked at the porch and Randi was sitting on the chair and staring off into space.I shut off the mower and walked up to her and sat down on the step near her. I was still angry, but I wanted to find out what was going on.Before I could say anything, Randi. Terry's sleek thighs were drifting farther and farther apart. And the boxer knew what was up there! He was sniffing loudly and pushing his muzzle farther under the tender girl's dress. He knew! She had tender pussy up there! And he was going to get into it! Lap it! Lick it! Fuck it--with his red, slick pole!"You'll have to make me!" Terry yipped in protest, clamping her knees together and shutting off the dog's progress.Mavis glanced from Miriam to Connie, watched them finish their drinks.