"Good hunting, Donna." Thanks. I think we're close to adding his name to the Wall of Shame," answered Donna, referring to a listing of all the predato...s that they had captured. Those names were prominently painted on the wall of the Op-Center."I look forward to it." The rate we're going we may need a bigger wall. Or we might have to paint over the names and start over." Just as long as Margo Simon's name stays up there," interjected Ally."Oh, she'll always have top billing!"Chapter 2A refreshed. The next day after breakfast his phone rang and it was his cousin Mark, Josie’s brother. He told Alan that he was going to stay and help David get his car running and wouldn’t be coming up today. He promised that if they got it running soon enough they would come up later. Josie said, “Mark would rather have his head under the hood of a car than eat. He thinks helping David work on a car is a vacation.”Just before lunch, another car pulled up and Alan’s sister Ashley got out. Alan walked out to. I couldn't wait to fill my hungry black cunt with that thing. "Gabrielle, why—ah, fuck!" He hissed quietly as I climbed over him, and moved my pussy up along the underside of his throbbing, veiny shaft. My entire body shuddered. His dick was hot against my snatch. I thought I would cum right then and there. "Gabrielle," He said again. I leaned into him, chocolate B-cups pressing against his chiseled chest, and covered his mouth with my right hand before he could say anything else. . Often, that exciting time somewhere else seems to have been a dream in which someone else did all those things you remember. At her office, the members of the group acted much as they had before, all quite discreet. Frank sat at his desk, Sandy at hers and the others at theirs, with no conversation about their wild activities. No one asked Sandy if she were wearing panties. When Sarah or others made their comments about Frank’s lack of interest in their charms, no one told them why. There were.