They hesitated and looked at each other. They talked among themselves some and then said that there was a legend that many generations ago there was a... alliance of species that were brought together to fight a common enemy. I asked, “Brought together by who or what?”“Nobody can remember.”I told them that I thought the one was them but what about the others. They said the legend holds that a giant dragon-bird from what I had come to refer to as the NW mountain. I asked what the third thing was.. It hadn't all been easy. She came across as a bit of a 'nature child' and Tamara was convinced that Bec's C cup breasts had never even seen a bra. Despite this image, she also possessed a cut-glass British accent that ran totally against type. Tamara had often speculated about her background, as Bec certainly sounded like she could be an integral part of the English upper crust. She typically wore her brown hair in a short bobbed style, with a baby lick curl. Overall, she had a languid but. "Ahhhh!"Natalie saw the bliss on her mother's face. It excited her. The memory of Sandy's jabbing fingers came back into her mind. It had felt great, and for a moment the fear of getting her asshole fucked passed."Give it to him, Mom," she rasped, her fingers clenching into fists. "Bust his fuckin' prick."Helen fucked her ass back onto Angel's cock. She rolled her hips, savoring each hard punching jab of his prick."Christ," she gasped as one lunging stab ripped up into her gut. "He's fucking so. No, I should duck back inside before she realizes I’m here!And with that thought, she turned. “Oh, hey! Another survivor!” She said, smiling warmly, She showed no signs of caring that I was standing in front of her in just a pair of boxer shorts. Nor did she seem to care that she was in her underwear herself, or that her nipples were clearly visible through the t-shirt. I guess when you’ve just dodged a disaster, it doesn’t matter so much what you’re not wearing.I walked towards her, trying to.