Summoning up all of his considerable strength, he started to roll over again, still hoping to get a shot at his murderer. But it just wasn’t meant t... be. Through all of Bigfoot’s struggles, his killer hadn’t been just standing idly by. Like any hunter, he would never knowingly leave a wounded animal. After seeing that he hadn’t finished his prey, he simply re-holstered his pistol and pulled out his combat knife and moved in for the kill. Bigfoot was indeed alive and making a valiant if futile. Part 1t: After my wife (Sally) and I got married we were struggling to pay the mortgage etc. Sally is slim with auburn long hair long legs and nicely shaped breasts - we enjoyed plenty of sex often when warm enough going into fields and getting daring with the possibility of being seen, often behind stone walls next to busy roads and in woods where there could be walkers, we were (as far as we know) never seen.Sally admitted that she is a bit of an exhibitionist and on holidays would always go. ‘Down on your knees.’ With my hands behind me, I struggled to keep balance. They stood impassively, offering no assistance, as I sank to the carpet. Two thick cocks in my face. ‘Jefferson first.’ Obediently if apprehensively I opened my mouth wide. Jefferson’s huge hands reached out and pulled my head toward him and he thrust his cock forward. The courtesy was gone. I recalled his saying I would be at his disposal. I pictured myself kneeling naked there. ‘Now me.’ Jefferson pushed me away. I. Then then grabbed the top of her thighs, for leverage and leaned in more and my hard cock, still very slick with her cunt juices, was beginning to ease it's way into her tight little hole."Use your right hand" I demanded "to milk your breasts for me"She began to massage and then pull on her nipple. She moaned as a few drops formed on her elongated nipple. I used the opportunity to push in a bit more. Her moaning continued as did her self-milking. More milk seeped from her nipple. Her eyes then.