Greg began wiping the snow off his clothes as the front door of the cabin burst open and he quickly began to apologize. "I'm sorry, I - the sled - my ...ar broke down a ways back, my phone doesn't work here..."He was greeted by a belly-laugh that shook the snow from the eaves of the house and off the branches of nearby trees. Its intensity caught Greg completely off-guard."My house is yours, friend. My name is Roy." Roy, thanks," Greg stammered. "I... I just need to make a call..."More laughter. I had seen the truck as I drove by and knew it would follow. I stopped my car a mile up the road and pulled out a map. The truck pulled up behind me; and six feet six, two hundred seventy pounds stepped out with intimidating presence. The stalking shadow was a sharp contrast to the lovely bait, in moments seeming like a safe haven of male size and in others a breathing brutality."Hello, stranger," his voice had none of the charm of his brother's, but he had chosen intimidation as a starting. Jeff thrust his tongue deep inside of her hot, wet pussy. Monica held her sons head firmly, grinding her pussy against his face. Mmmm, yes oh yes she yelled. Monicas orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. She thrashed wildly as her sweet pussy juices gushed into her sons mouth. Oh, eat me baby, youre making Mommie cum she yelled. Jeff hungrily lapped up his moms sweet pussy juices, fingering her deeply as he licked her swollen clit. Monica pushed her son away from her aching pussy. You have to. But after repeated points, counter points and explanations we arrived at a mutual agreement. They understood my reasoning and arguments, even if they did not like it.They did not want cartel members and gang members disappearing into the cities with their trade to wreak havoc and I did not want them moving their operations into the states, especially since there were lawyers and politicians that would welcome them with open arms.The amendment to the agreement I wanted was to be called ‘Part D’.