It will be good for them. I'll take thirty with me and we should have no trouble dealing with a group of ten." That's why you are our headman, so you ...an make the plans. Will you take men and women along?" I think it should be half men and half women. On second thought, we should take twenty women and fifteen men. We will likely need to stay out at least one night and someone will have to cook. I don't want to make the women too tired from overwork," I said."Don't worry. Women are accustomed to. It was mildly painful, getting pummeled like that right at the door to my womb, but it was also mind-numbing. I started grunting each time he bottomed out, my g-spot getting rubbed by the top of his shaft on every thrust. He panted above me, and I felt a drop of spittle slap onto my left cheek from his big maw looming over me. I orgasmed as it did, shivering as the bolt of electricity launched from my clit and rocketed out the top of my head. I cried out in passion, louder this time, everyone. Today was different though. It started just after 11 when my secretary brought a Mr Maroney. “What can I do for you Mr Maroney?” I asked. “I need you to find my wife” he replied “She’s been gone for a week, very unusual for her”This is a common story and usually the answer is she’s a woman’s shelter because she “fell down the stairs” one to many times. Or she’s been dumped somewhere for some poor bastard to find. “Problems at home?” I enquired“Not that I know of. She’s been away working and was. Underpants or not? I really liked the feeling of getting on site (my favourite spots on the streets), maybe rubbing the front of my trousers as I waited for the first sightings, then hastily rolling my underpants down inside my wank-trousers and starting to rub joyfully on the first girlie-goddess of the evening. Depends whether you want stained underpants or stained wank-trousers I guess. I liked to build a big load of crusty stains across the front of my wank-trousers, so I always used.