"Ach, they can't hear ya girl," he said pulling her close."Yer wrong," she said calmly. "Martin, help me!"I had been sipping on a glass of very good, ...hick brown beer when the "Martin, help me!" flashed in through my implant. I was halfway to the door when that glass hit the floor, I never did find out if it broke. My AI was giving me range and bearing to the distress call as I was running flat out with my pistol in my hand. The stable door didn't have a lock and I'd just barely lifted the. She planted her lips on mine and began tenderly kissing me. I took a deep breath as she did as well. Her tongue forced my mouth open and I couldn't resist.I kissed back. Our tongues intertwined. She massaged my tongue with hers and our saliva linked. Our lips soft, moist and one. "What was i doing" I thought. This was crazy. I pushed back slightly. And Lilly stepped back yearningly looking at me "Did I do something wrong coach?"I knew I was going to a bad place in hell for this. "No" I replied.. It was something I had seen in many places for many different reasons. For some reason, the mutual contribution of ingredients and the commonality of purpose made it all seem that much tastier to the palate. There were no doubt the womenfolk and the young ones were scared because they had seen the dead bodies as well, but now that we were all together in a common cause, a sense of winning spirit filled us with certainty of success.Fortunately, a fresh troop of cavalry loaded down with new. I met Danny a couple of years ago. He chases Milfs like a hoover."She felt herself being drawn into something a bit sensitive, but still asked "What in heaven's sake is a Milf?"He grinned. "A Mother I'd like to...". She laughed in spite of herself."Where in the world does that come from, Danny... I mean Donny? The Internet I suppose." As he nodded, the grin still in place, her mind snapped to a memory of the wonderful sex she had with her son, as recently as two weeks ago, and wondered if this.