We have seen sorties of Sa'arm feeding both west and south of the landing and expect more. The damn things move like army ants, and they move damned f...st."So, If they are willing, I want to deputize your ladies. From your description of their backgrounds and actions, they are capable of providing the help I think you are going to need. Ms. Masters sounds like she can be hell on wheels, and even if Ms. Cassidy started as victim, they are both going to need legal backing while traveling with you. He starts off gently, but I breathlessly whisper "harder, harder, harder." As he roughly sucks at my chest, he puts his hand up to my lips and a couple fingers slide knuckle deep into my mouth. I suck at them eagerly. My mind has something else to focus on and I work my tongue through his fingers. Time stops.I let out a whimper as he pulls his fingers out of my mouth, but I am glad to feel his tongue move back into meet mine. His left leg shifts between mine and he pulls me by my ass closer to. He dashed up the stairs, threw the door open, only to see the girl laying not the bed and the new husband ramming a long wooden pole in and out of her fanny.“What the hell are you doing that for,” yelled Tom.The young man replied “I’m making sure there’s no bees in this hole.”Do you know that according to the holy book (bible) everyone is allowed to have 16 husbands/wives.‘4 better, 4 worse, 4 richer, 4 poorer’.Hmmm! I have enough problems with one, (dear, please put that club down, OUCH)This. “What? This not good enough?” I teased. “Just kidding. I didn’t want to get a nicer shirt dirty.”“I’ve got it now, go get some corn out of the freezer and change.” she admonished me, shaking some salt into the pot.I bolted downstairs and grabbed a quart of our frozen sweetcorn. Mom thanked me as I headed into the bedroom to change.I rifled through shirts hanging in my closet. I didn’t want anything too heavy, or I would likely start to sweat, but a T-shirt wasn’t going to be quite right. I.