Three proa with three hundred men come screaming out of that fog ... less than a hundred yards away. Where is that firearm?”“I see,” Wendy said....��Yes ... you see your husband beheaded, gutted like a pig and tossed overboard to feed the sharks that ALWAYS follow the proa. They always follow the boats because they get fed. You see your daughter taken in all three holes and your son in two. Then they’re beheaded and fed to the Great Whites. They’re beheaded because these guys collect skulls and. As he licked I felt him pushing me down until I was on my stomach, his tongue kept going deeper and deeper into me. I move up on the bed until my face was on the pillow. he fallow me up then i felt him pull his mouth away and put his whole body on me his weight felt wonderful. We kiss some more and he nibble on my neck he asked if i liked getting my ass licked i answered that I love it and the i wanted more. I felt him start to rub his cock against my ass checks. He whispered can i fuck you? I. His eyes just then coming up to meet mine after standing there gazing at my openly displayed pussy.He swallowed."Jared? Do you think your mother would mind if I were to borrow a pair of her panties? At least until mine are washed?" I now asked.He swallowed again, looking at me, his lips having gone dry as he licked them. "No ... probably not," he slightly stammered."Good, could you show me where she might keep them?" I now asked. This time, I purposely led the way, which I was pretty sure Jared. Ryan gaze and thoughts shifted from the fire and its warmth to the big window facing the lake, sun already below the horizon with traces of daylight fading into the wide expanse of water to the West. Denise had been on Ryan's mind most of the day, not unlike almost every day since she met her. Things had been tough for her lately; demanding job, demanding home life, and decisions about both that weighed heavier still. Ryan was filled with satisfaction that Denise chose her to be with to find.