For the fifth time, I pulled one wet finger from her pussy and slipped in her ass. She squealed really loud with a finger in each hole and came really...hard begging me not to stop. Her body tensed up and I felt her squeezing both fingers as a I sucked her clit. She released so much cum that I had it running down my hand and arm. After a minute or so, she pushed my head a way from her and relaxed. She told me no man had ever made her cum like that. Of course, I was proud of myself considering. My thoughts and bladder conspired against me.I sat up and tried to open my eyes. The lids were glued then ballasted with sand. They sc*****d across my pupils. My eyes refused to focus as I stumbled towards the bathroom. The terrain of the bedroom and livingroom beyond were foreign.Reality *****d itself on me. The strangeness of my bed and of the rooms were just that they were new. Part of my home of only five days. As I sat on the toilet the business in my mind faded. I grew aware of the real. ”“I agree,” Doug added, kissing her cheek.“Now our offer still stands to be our guests one night at the Hen House. There we can fuck and fuck and suck and lick pussy for anyone to watch and enjoy,” Dan repeated.“I’m sure we’ll take you up on your offer very soon,” Kelly replied, kissing Doug back.Everyone started to wind down. Dan and Kelly had a hand resting on Wendy’s upper leg. “We should be going soon, but first I want you to take Kelly’s hand and put it between your legs,” Dan asked.“I was. She clamped down hard on her emotions as she realized that the man walking by only a few yards away was like her – a lost soul searching with a great longing for whoever or whatever had been inside these mountains.From Montreal, Dani had felt the violence and the mass killing that had occurred here several months earlier and had come to investigate. She had been orphaned for as long as she could remember, and owed no allegiance to those who had been sharing her living quarters in the last city.