The slut's moans were replaced with filthy words. "Oh! Fuck that snatch! Fill it up you son-of-a-bitch."It wasn't long before the dogging turned into ...n all-out orgy which consisted mostly of cocks. Soon, I could feel a cock pushing against my ass. I resisted at first, but after a few more shoves, the head made its way past my sphincter and I began to pivot back and forth while entertaining the cocks that were shoved in my mouth from every direction. It wasn't a huge cock or anything but it was. The conversation hangs mid-air – neither of us wanting to bring up the previous afternoon, but both of us looking for the encore. We stammer over subject after subject, trying to avoid the main one. We eventually just sit quietly, looking out over the river at the wildlife that provides an alternative distraction.I look at him, he is lying down, in a t-shirt and shorts, there is a light breeze but his hair is gelled down so it doesn’t move. God, he is devilishly attractive. I’d jump on him now.. .. operations limited to the West Coast, at least while I’m cleaning up the East Coast. That way, there’s a wide berth between us, you see. You know that’s us when you see men in red business suits or crimson fatigues or dress uniforms, basically, scarlet clothing of any sort, all in a large, heavily armed group. That’s our calling card, if you will.“I fully intend to spread out from Atlanta and cover all of Georgia, at the very least, before I bug out of the former USA altogether. Maybe even. Maybe someday you can love me again."I didn't expect that! That was a huge admission. It also sounded a lot like total surrender. But I had to ask, "Gwen, you say you want me to love you again? But I have to wonder, did you ever really love me? You never showed it if you did. If you had it would have made all the difference in the world."Her eyes got wide and she exclaimed, "I ... Kenny I ... of course I love you! I married you!"I shook my head and responded, "You married me so that you'd have.