Some people from there killed some friends and took a shot at my wife. I don’t take kindly to that, and I aim to see what I can do about it.”“Ok...y, if you say so, but keep your head down and your guns handy. Well, I got to get back to my still, so I’ll bid y’all good luck and goodby.”The man walked away, and the trio resumed their walk toward Alberkirk. The next couple of days were uneventful, and Jim wondered just how much security the Wasters had put out around Alberkirk. They were getting. Anna passed the joint to me and looked towards Ian, giving him a firm nod, which I couldn’t miss.As I took the joint from her hand, she placed her hand deliberately on my groin and began to massage my cock. I’m not as well-endowed as Ian, but I soon sprang to attention as she stroked me, and then bent down and took the end in her mouth. Ian looked at me, and his smile was wonderful; there was genuine happiness and love in his eyes for both Anna and me. His look encouraged me, and as I passed. I quickly swallowed it, the warm taste of it pleasuring me. He released around 5 or 6 more before letting up, and his dick slid out of my mouth. He pulled up his pants, and I swallowed what remained of his cum."Was that nice?" I asked."Oh, yes. Sorry about the swearing. I tend to get a bit hardcore when I do that." So you've had it done to you before?" By girls, yes. Never by a guy. Suprisingly it actually felt better when you did it." Well then, I should probably get going." But wait," he. They certainly didn't fit any definition of slut that I believed in.Still, if they wanted to act like sluts around me they shouldn't complain if I want to treat them like sluts. When Ginger brought the last plate to the table and sat down, I said "Ladies, as fetching as you both look, I'm pretty sure you would look even better without the robes. Ginger, you're done cooking, aren't you?"Again they looked at each other and smiled, and they both dropped their robes to their waists without getting.