I could smell her arousal as well, a sweet musk adding to Lanas bouquet. A cock gently swelled from Chantelles clit, and Lana reached out and grasped ...er wifes dick. I need relief too, my love, Chantelle purred in her melodic, Quebecois accent. Gladly, Lana answered and pulled her wifes cock into her lips. Lanas cunt was shaved, her labia engorged and dark with passion. I shoved my cock deep into her sheath. My Lust flooded Lana, traveling through her body and sending her cunt to convulse about. :-)Breaut: First thing. Shut up. I don’t care. I’ll tell you when and what to feel.Uh. Wow.Breaut: You live in the county?pwt: Yes Sir.Breaut: Address and phone number?I gave them.Breaut: Social?I gave that too.Breaut: You’re single?pwt: Yes Sir.Breaut: Is your family in the area?pwt: No Sir.Breaut: Where are they?pwt: Nowhere.Breaut: Cute. What the hell does that mean?pwt: I grew up in an orphanage and about 36 foster homes. I wasn’t born on January third. I picked my name and my birthday. He just smiled and pulled in behind us. When we got home I had to have a shower and when I came down a snack was waiting to tide me over till supper.I chatted with Helen and Aron about their school. They were quiet about mine because I had simply spent too many hours away from school to pass. This didn't stop me asking Aron questions in general and ones I thought he would get on the tests and ones that he had not got right before.Helen answered her questions while stirring some soup. She asked. It was obvious to us that he had set up this ambush because there was no other way for the ambushers to know what size tires to have ready to fit our truck. We decided that we really needed more fighters and more trucks to do a proper job on the dealer and his inventory, so we would revisit him in a few weeks.We returned to Ochnee and unloaded the weapons in our armory. I got on the phone while the unloading was still going on and invited more of the prospective militia members to show up.