A moment later he came out of the house with a large coffee mug in one hand and a plastic bag in the other. “Didn’t know if you were a coffee dri...ker.” “Oh yeah.” Her eyes lit up at the sight of the coffee. She took the mug and drank. It was black, but it had enough sugar. She kept sipping and watched him take scissors and hair dye out of the bag and set it on the little plastic stand. He toed off his sandals and then pulled off his T shirt, standing in a pair of dark, drawstring pants as he. "Fuck" I whispered out, it had been a while but with her mouth wrapped around my cock, I felt in heaven. She bobbed her head up and down on the tip, whilst she worked the shaft with her hand. Bobbing her head and moving her hand up and down at the same time. Fuck it felt amazing, can't believe it was Sarah doing it but that was turning me on more. I placed my hand on the top of her head and eased her up and down on my throbbing cock. I could feel little dribbles of her saliva ooze out the side. I hoped that they would use that foolish tactic again this time. Then I heard a shout from upstairs, "HERE THEY COME!"The initial attack was that same tactic of riding around the house as fast as they could, shooting at the windows with their pistols and hoping to score a hit. This played into our hands like nothing else. The women used their shotguns to good advantage, wounding and killing both men and horses. Added to this, the men in the upper windows fired down on the riders, who were at a. I. Joe, the whole thing, but eventually Ishowed them I belonged, and that I was as good as any of them, or better.In fact it was because I was so good that I got volunteered for thismission in the first place.I dont claim to understand the science behind it, but some eggheads founda way to send matter to another dimension, another universe.Frankly, their attempts to explain it made my head hurt, so I stayed awayfrom them as much as I could.They had found another reality, or so they said, and.