Put on my chest rig which held my 1911 and 6 magazines for that. It also held 8 mags for my AR, 30-rounders. Pulled on my steel toed boots, shin guard..., knee pads, and a dirtbike helmet and goggles. I've also got these Kevlar gloves that are supposed to be knife-proof, I hoped they were teeth-proof. I looked like a confused army man, nothing really matched but what the hell. I don't need to be camouflaged from Zed, just need to be hard to eat. Grabbed my shotgun, AR, and a suppressed .22. She came back out and said let’s go. “Where’s your bike?”“The Hanger,” Lucile said. Meg told Tracy and Mark that they were going for a ride! They got into a 2 seater and left. Lucile said, “I never flew like this before,” and they went to the hangar and shut down. They got their bikes out, let them warm up and Meg threw Lucile a small bag. She opened it and there was a 9 mm handgun, Sanction ID, and a set of wireless earplugs. They rode and talked for about an hour. Meg wanted to stop to go to. We disengaged and Miranda said Cathy had not cum and so she went down on her, licking up my cum and giving Cathy a very strong, and noisy, orgasm.The women went and had a shower. I went next and by the time I got to the bedroom Miranda was fucking Cathy. I looked down and smiled. My wife was turning into a very sexual creature and I loved it. Some time later Miranda got dressed and left. Cathy was still buzzing and I did my best to calm her down with a good hard, vigorous fuck. We slept very. She cried out as he darted his tongue inside her pussy, gripping his head with her thighs as her climax danced just under the hood of her clit.“You are so fucking hot, how your body pulls me in while I tongue fuck you.”She grabbed at his hair, pushing his face in deeper, forcing him to chase the climax that was just out of reach.Her anguished cry filled the air as he drew his mouth away. His dominant chuckle replaced it. His chin damp and dripping from where he had just feasted.“I never said.