He was wearing sweat pants, cut off above the knees and sneakers without socks. As I had suspected he was standing on a ladder and, as I had suspected... his side of the fence was speckled with what looked like liberal deposits of dried cum."You're bothering me, you little pervert. Get down off of the ladder and go inside or I'll make you wish you were never born." Are you threatening me, Mr. Oldham?" he asked and I realized his voice was calmer than mine. "You've already called me an offensive. .Then I made her sleep on bed and opened her legs and saw her clean shaved pussy it was very very sexy and I started licking her pussy from my lips, she was very horny on that movement she held my head and asked me keeping on doing this dear and I continued licking her pussy and I started put my middle finger inside her pussy and started fucking her pussy from my finger only and asked her how she feeling and she asked me you do not fuck me only from your finger only, come on use your erected. “No, we’re still in hell,” Jenny answered then giggled.“We’re alive?” John asked, “Oh God, I must be alive, I hurt all over.”“No time, I need you to take charge, NOW!” Jenny informed.“Is Johnny okay?” John got out just above a whisper.“He will be, please John, get on your feet. We have company to deal with.” Jenny moved to get out of the way to Tony and Peter.Tony and Peter stepped in and gave John their arms as they clasped his wrists to lift him to a standing position, “Dad, you didn’t duck. They were both very tired and both felt thoroughly abused. Buttercup was finding the pain between her legs a particular agony for which she was grateful for Tracey's devoted love, as she grasped her lover's hand. Tracey herself tried to keep out of her mind both her feeling of relief that she hadn't been blown to pieces by mines on the Buggery side of the border and her apprehension that it might still happen on the Gomorran side. She didn't know what she'd expected on arrival in Gomorrah, but.