Brad volunteered that he'd fucked me before, and that it was "worth every penny" spent. I had to stifle a giggle when he said that. If only his friend...knew that Brad never paid me, and I did this purely for my own pleasure - and of course because I'm not a prostitute. He described my snatch as "tight and clean" and "not like he expected a hooker whore's used cunt to look." He then sniffed at me, declaring me to smell clean and tasty. With that declaration, he went down on me.He didn't spend. That's when she exploded into activity, kissing, kissing, kissing. She covered his whole face many times with kisses until he started to laugh. At this, she started to laugh, too. He rolled off her chest and lay beside her; they took each other in their arms and relaxed into a quiet sleep.That night, they didn't fuck, they made love! Two more times, until Jim had run dry and Sandy really was sore. The next morning, they both were badly crusted with sex residue, so neither one wanted to get. But there was no fucking way Smith could stop. He placed his hand over her mouth and pumped away. The wife was able to punch Smith sending him flying back. The skinny ass Smith fell to the floor with erect cock wiggling. His cock was soaking wet with the wife’s Pussy juice. The wife then started to get up. But Smith got up first and with cock wiggling, ran over to the wife and applied a non lethal dose of anesthesia to her face. Smith was prepared for this. The wife passed out in moments. Smith. We chugged down to BJ’s Warehouse and bought everything in sight that we might need in a prolonged period of governmental collapse. The bunker I’d built in the cave already had all the weapons and ammunition we’d ever need, but we stocked up on several hundred, five gallon jugs of water, sleeping bags, air mattresses, clothing, sterno, or whatever it’s called these days, and other camping gear, batteries and flashlights, all kinds of kitchen gear, and everything else we could think of.It all.