His recommendation was that they move before the rats and other varmints had a chance to move into the huts with their fleas and ticks. He knew of sev...ral places where they would probably be safe from the disease, but it would mean a radical change in their living habits. Would the people be willing to do this?The consensus was that, if the danger was as great as Doug thought, then the people could be talked into moving, but how could they convince the people that the danger was really that. It was obvious that Gerald was fucking her doggy style in the back seat and intended to pull out and come on her luscious curvy size 5 arch wrapped in those sheer dark suntan pantyhose. I took them to my bedroom and spent most of the night adding cum to her pantyhose and sniffing the fresh scents of sex. The following Sunday would be interesting. Gerald was a married man and held a position not only in the church, but in our small town as well. I had already spilled so much cum over those sex. My cock is permanently hard with how things are now.“You really don’t mind?” Jen asked, “Seriously?”“Of course not Jen, as long as you’re having great sex,” I replied, “I told you, I find it so fucking hot and erotic.”“Me, keeping my body from you so that I can sleep naked with my lover for four month’s, possibly longer, is erotic for you?” Jen asked, “You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?”“Yes Jen, a lot,” I answered, “Seeing you in bed with Tony every morning is so erotic and knowing that. "If Katrina has," groaned Helen, "I hope she gets help before the Butchers decide to get rid of the incriminating evidence." You mean, kill us?" said Mark, shivering. "Do you know how they do it?" Does it matter? Dead is dead." I mean dispose of the bodies. The Butchers have been abducting people and using them," he waved an arm to indicate the well-established torture chamber and the small cells off it, "for years. And no one suspects them." The mad bitch explained that. They lay a false trail.