They finished their conversation with a big laugh and fell into silence. We lay there looking up at the sky not saying a word. I kept stealing glance... at Belinda’s body as I wondered how long the silence would last. The awkwardness was setting in. None of us seemed capable of addressing the elephant in the room, so we just laid there. Finally, Marcela sat up and looked over at us. “Okay, guys, can we just talk about the other night?” Belinda and I sat up to meet her gaze. “I just don’t. Jim delegated much authority to her, which was often exercised tyrannically.Jim’s wife, Heather at 47 years old, was hopelessly addicted to alcohol and tranquilizers. She was well aware of his adulterous relationship, but was promiscuous herself. On occasion she allowed herself to be picked up by men, usually younger ones, on the bar scene. Always good for a quick fuck or blow job, she had no interest in any extended affair; her male partners were turned off by her habitual inebriation,. She’d have to take the diagonal route across the farming country of the western valley.It was getting dark, so the travelers had to stop for the night. Setting up a campfire and sleeping in the forest was no longer an option. They’d have to find a Church and Danka would have to use her status as a Public Penitent to request safe lodging. Fortunately there was a small town called Gordnackt Suyastenckt just a short distance to the west of the main road. They entered the town, approached the. Like the QB of highschool a short fat cock ripped into him in sharp stabbing strokes. Jerry was very keen but the act was so brutal that he could only call it a rape. The rape lasted only a few short all too brief minutes before Jerry was flooded deep with a thin watery load of cum that eased the burning. The cock was ripped from his cock and Jerry was left hungry, but not wanting as he opened his eyes to see a thick long black cock dangling in front of him. He spun around and planted his sore.