Anyway, I’m here for a while.Please write. You might think that we have allthe news and you at home have only the dulldetails of humdrum civilian li...e.The truth is, that the newspapers give youthe real news that I could give you fasterthan my letters could. You don’t want to hearof people who you have met or whose familyyou have met spilling blood for some tinybit of ground you’ve never heard of that we’regoing to leave tomorrow.I want to hear -- desperately want to hear --of the quiet life. ..Oh! As for the clip she made, yea then she proceeds to keep humping him with as many as two thousand thrusts into her juicy wet canal, situated right beside her shithole. Her poophole must be so tight then. He holds her head like he is holding a small box of homemade free pussy, which it is, and keeps humping his cock up her belly and making her hips stick to his hips while her body is lying carelessly on top of him. She is looking here and there, noticing everything around yet her hips are. You will stay with me, my man.”I started but noticed that my mother was smiling. I shrugged and said, “Yes, dear.” I left to pack and returned with a small case. We left for the church where Dad would meet us since his day was running long. Mom rode with Rachel. I thought to myself that they were becoming much too chummy. My bag and Rachel’s were in the back of my truck.We arrived at church and Dad joined us ten minutes later. He got there just in time for the prayer and be in line with us. We. ..The idea occurred to both of us at once. Without a word, we scampered overto the huge puddle of cum, got down on our knees and began to feverishlylap it up!Oh, how horrid it was! With our arms pinned behind us we kept over-balancing, falling face-forward into the wet stuff. Our tongues got wearyand numb from the taste. Our knees ached as we girls strained to bend overand get at the male semen, but we kept at it until the floor was spotless.Kitty and I looked at each other then. Her face and.