None of them were chatting which was even more upsetting to me, because that meant that somehow we were all in deep shit for whatever reason. I didn't...have long to dwell on it as we were all called into the General's office by a small woman wearing a Red Cross Volunteers uniform. We all filed in and I waited till I was the last one in trying not to be noticed being out of uniform. Good luck with that, as the General immediately started in on my ass about it, pissing me off."Why the hell are you. Did not really need much prompting, my eyes scanned my wife’s body right down to her naked perfectly clean, spotless pussy.That was definitely a hickey on her neck as it matched the multiple ones on her tits; she had bruised hand impressions on her hips. The rise of her pubic mound was extremely puffy with a purple bruise forming across and down to her inner thighs.Did not have time to contemplate the what or why’s.Lynn must not have been in the mood for foreplay because as I tried to kiss my. Patreon.com/razmagurk=-=-=-=-=Warning: This chapter is rated a sexy R and includes (but is notlimited to) boobs, flirtatious lesbians (?), clothing (slutty), tonguepiercings, tongue swapping, people walking funny, people talking funny,girl-dick, confessions (comedic), confessions (dramatic), butts, swaps(both mental and physical), more boobs, people who really know how toflaunt what they've got, and a cute couple just trying to get by in aworld gone mad. Girlfriend with. In fact, neither of them could do much at all afterward. Jonathan had managed to extricate us from the old woman and call Emily and Angela to come get us. They also felt tired and drained after touching me, unable to climb back into the car without help.Meanwhile, a couple of men had come rushing out of the woods. When they saw the upturned vehicle and the old woman lying on the road, they started yelling and screaming. It took Jonathan quite a while to convince them that the woman was not.