You find yourself covered in mud all over your body and your clothes are soaking wet. Further, since you chose to wear a thin cotton fabric outfit, it... cloth is sticking to your skin making them see-through. At the moment you are outside your house but not far. What would you do?I think the obvious solution is to go to the safest place you can think of, i.e. your home. This is the situation in which a woman named Pujita Mann found herself on one Sunday afternoon. I know because I was stalking. Time for coffee she thought, puttering about the house in her comfy but almost tattered pink robe that had a small hole in one pocket, and the terrycloth looked worn out and matted, much like a teddy bear that had seen one too many days in a child’s life. She opened the front door and picked up the Sunday paper that was thrown near the front walkway. Of course the plastic was wet, since it seemed the delivery kid always missed the mark and tossed it directly in the damp lawn covered in morning. ”Elizabeth was between my legs, holding my cock as Livia hovered her sexy ass over my cockhead. Before she could take my cock, Elizabeth took my cockhead into her mouth and I nearly blew nuts and all - down her throat. She didn’t even suck me, she backed off and I felt her as she put her mouth over Livia’s pussy. I could feel her head as she bobbed up and down, sucking and pulling back, then sucking and pulling back again.Livia yelled at her, “Elizabeth – I need his cock in my pussy! Give it to. It gave him aminute of happiness. It put a smile on his face even as his health wasfailing conclusively. And that, in turn, brought such warmth to me." He chuckled. "It's funny, Wesley, isn't it, the virtuous cycle that suchthings create?"I nodded. I had no idea what to say to this tremendous boy. Several moremoments passed in silence beside the crackling fire before he spoke."No one on the Richard estate will betray you or Luke. You may restassured of that."Luke and Victor joined us a minute.