I know it. Scum from the looks of them." He pointed northeast and continued, "About 3 kilometers that way. I was running the grid when I heard noises ...head. I did a sneak & peek, saw a pair of men marking trees. Followed for another kilometer and a half, or so, and they met up with a dozen more. Lots of bitching and moaning, but they had been sent out to find more wood for expanding their compound. I guess some of these trees rot pretty quickly when cut down, and they were looking for specific. At least not the Eileen I knew. Hasn't called me papa-bear either since she's been inside me." I guess not. Though some of her, the real Eileen, must have been part of that persona that limited her true self, the Eileen you knew and were married to. It's not something airtight, something deterministic." So, whom was I married to for two weeks?" Two weeks? That was the entire duration of your marriage? The honeymoon lasts longer than that." By Las Vegas standards, it's like half a lifetime.. She started but didn’t move and didn’t say a word. My hands were sliding up her chubby hips. I touched her ass and started patting it. My finger was on her crotch, caressing her vulva lips and her asshole. My mother-in-law was moaning, her pussy became wet, her anus was contracting and getting wider, she was swaying her enormous butt. I didn’t even think her anus was so well worked out! I raised her skirt, got on my knees, kissing her legs and buttocks. She leaned on the table straddling her. That's what my cocksucker's instinct told me he would enjoy very much which he and also I did for sure. I stopped keeping track after that and just did what I sensed Mike would love most - which included more licking and spitting to keep his dick nice and wet at all times, some ball licking (after I asked first and Mike said "fuck yeah lick my balls all you want bitch"), and of course the faster and faster sucking and stroking when we got to the final scene to bring on the grand finale. I knew.