She was a very good cook, albeit an extremely unattractive one. She had a ton of French toast waiting for the campers who came swarming into the clubh...use. The kids loved it and I must admit that I always had a special place in my heart for the dish. With butter and maple syrup it was the perfect breakfast meal.“I’ve always loved French toast. It’s one of the few fond memories I have from my childhood,” I said to Lissa.“Did your mom make it that good?”“No Lissa, my dad did. French toast always. I move right to edge of the precipice, leaning out as if I might be able to see the unlucky woman. As with my earlier rivals lost to the Rape Run I feel only sympathy for this unknown female. What could be happening to her that’s so terrible she’d rather submit to capture and a lifetime of slavery than endure it?Now a plume of dust is visible. A vehicle moves at speed towards that same building. If this is a trick, luring Hunters to her location, she has only seconds to spare.That’s that then.. They mad we doing our thing.”“Why would that matter.”“Misery loves company,” he reasoned.“I just can’t take this,” she shouted.“What you want me to do? Get a DNA test,” he clamored. “Yeah,” the petite wife sniffled.“For real! Man, you don’t trust me. I guess I should go. Since it’s your house!”“Cam,” she wiped her face.“I’m supposed to just show up and tell this chick to give me a sample of her baby’s blood? Where they do that at?”“I don’t know. I’m just so…”“I know you’re stressed cause we had. Urged on by her obvious passion, I pushed four fingers into her spasaming pussy and as if of its own volition my thumb found its way to her arsehole. She was very wet there as well so I had no trouble pushing it deep into her anus. As I did that she shook and shook, wrapping her legs tight around my head she trapped my face against her cunt flooding me with so much cream. For a moment I thought I would drown in it. Gradually as she came down I moved my lips from her pussy to her arsehole. "Oh.