Boys at that age were very prone to pulling practical jokes and she was definitely not in the mood to be the punch line of a joke in the middle of the...night. She opened the door a crack, not letting the chain off the latch. “What is it?” she asked angrily. “I’m so sorry, Miss Marsh, but I got myself locked out of the flat as I was showing a friend out and my folks won’t be home until tomorrow night and you are the only neighbor on our floor…” His words slowly petered out as he looked at her. They were very pleased to have the guns and made a point of letting the other girls know how well they were armed. Some of the older women were shocked that the sisters were carrying weapons because it was not traditional for women to do so.Men were responsible for all phases of fighting, and that included protecting the women, but I poo-pooed that thought. No way was I willing to let my women be harmed just because tradition said that women did not protect themselves. I had to explain the. The camera exchanged hands and my mouth was visited by a new cock, OMG. And more, I could feel the elastic of my pants being tugged, I couldn’t see because I had a mouthful but I raised my hips again and my pants were removed and I felt fingers massaging, probing and then a tongue lapping between my legs.The cock left my mouth, I was unceremoniously dragged down the sofa, my legs held open and wham, I was being properly unfaithful, I had a wet cunt full of a young man’s hard cock and he was. He pulled out of her and fell back onto the driver's seat panting heavily.Debbie pulled down her skirt and moved back to the passenger seat her hands shaking."Is that it?" she whispered tearfully, "Are we done now?"Jenkins gave a sidelong grin. "Aye miss we're done now." He nodded."Good!" she sobbed slightly. "You had better get moving then!"They accomplished the rest of the journey in absolute silence. Even Mr. Jenkins seemed a little subdued.He pulled up outside the sprawling old house and he.