Just you wait and see. She may be down, but she isn’t out yet.’ ‘I certainly hope so,’ Snoddy said in a somewhat depressed voice. ‘Today, we...l . . .’ ‘You need to brace yourself,’ Mrs. Tindle said. ‘She might sink fast from here. Christmas might be the last time she has good days. If there are any other—’ ‘There’s a stepson, but he lives overseas. They are estranged, and he . . . umm . . . would find it a bit difficult to come back into the States. I saw some letters addressed to her from him. He withdrew a little and I gulped air still trying to handle all that was being put inside of my body, but then Pete began that wonderful fucking motion. I began to match his strokes as his cock opened me even wider. Then the bastard began doing some circular motions with his cock buried balls deep inside of me. Pete fucked me slowly, sometimes holding my hips and other times feeling and tugging on my tits. His friend was there, watching us.Suddenly my climax sneaked up on me but was so. This guy was rough to say the least and had my wild wife whimpering as he ravaged her right nipple. When he got done it was so swollen that Ellen pulled it up and sucked it into her mouth to sooth it. the rough dude was short and rather fat with a pair of dirty raveled out sweat pants cut off at his knees and a dirty t-shirt. The guy we knew pulled me to the side and laughed as he said that the stinky fat man lived alone and had not had pussy in months. He said that he was well known for his. The rest of us planted booby-traps, some even in the field rations,” Moran told us. “You?” she asked.“We didn’t have any trouble, but smelled fuel on the way out, and Miranda used a containment spell on what we thought could be a leak,” I told her.We fed the Partners on the way back to camp, where we arrived at our scheduled time. Miranda dropped the wards at the entrance before we moved inside and parked the trucks in their accustomed place. This was just in case someone checked the satellite.