It is this gaseous shroud, coupled with the murky blanket of scorched earth that earned these mountains, once known as the Mauritz Mountain Range, a r...dubbing under the moniker of the Blackflame Mountain. It is an ominous feature that is difficult to ignore, but for the past two decades or more, the rampant loss of livestock has abated and all stirrings have since dwindled. As if their weakness and fears have persuaded them, all those who would dare to oppose the mountain's inhabitant have. Finally, it was my Friday nights and on most Friday nights I get off early. This was no differences. I got off early and swap out my uniforms and put on some regular clothing some black sweat pants and a black top over with a heavy red unhoodie sweater over and some heavy sunglasses. I looked like someone that came in from jogging in the snow. Which is not rare at all since there are a lot of the “boxer” type of runners that they often time run in layers of heavy clothing. Just as quickly as I. ” I got up behind her and with her guidance, slipped my cock in her wet juicy pussy. I gave her pussy a few jabs with my cock, oh it felt so good, I just wanted to fuck her hard and fast right there. But I had promised her and so I removed my cock from her warm and juicy pussy and placed the head of my juiced up cock at the entrance of her asshole. About half the head of my cock went in her ass immediately but then I met a lot of resistance. As I attempted to push more of my cock into her ass,. Either that or I was stupid. I tended to think the former was right.Sunday came and Marie was so excited. I began to wonder why I had caved in so easily. But it was too late to back down. We had a quick lunch and timed it perfectly to arrive dead on 2pm. Vern stood at the front door of the house to welcome us. I hoped this “special” didn’t include him. No, I guess the safety was having his wife there. Angela kissed Marie on the cheek and we had coffee. Then Vern outlined what this special event.