"Jesus, that's big," Jess gasped. "Let me relax and open up a bit as I get used to it."Leonard said nothing. He simply slid his cock back out to the o...ening, where I could see it glisten with Jess's pussy juice. After a momentary pause, he slid it back into her slowly. I could see that a bit more had filled her. Jess grunted as he went in and moaned as he slowly pulled back out. Leonard repeated the slow withdrawal and reentry several more times until he was able to get about three quarters of. Either way, our crops are trampled and eaten. We are trying to build strong enough to stop them but I'm not sure we will ever be totally successful. A stampede can ruin a lot of land."Tell us about your place, please."I said, "Preservation is a new community of a few hundred located primarily in the area around Carrollton, Georgia, southwest of Atlanta. My foster father is the elected leader of it."Protection is located in western Tennessee and has a couple of hundred living there. Pintlala is. ? he thought, suddenly inspired. Yes, that could work. She was just small and petite enough for what he had in mind, and she certainly had the requisite pale, creamy white skin.In the meantime, Cindy said goodbye to Brad with a few final strokes of his softening dick before he wordlessly left the way he had come, but with his eyes now full of satisfaction."Wow, that was great!" Cindy exclaimed, turning back to James. She grinned when she saw his hungry eyes roaming her naked body, and embraced. " I don't know any songs like that." Come on Babes, you can do it."And suddenly a song was there. Opening up her mouth, she brought forthall her loss in a beautiful, warbling voice. Alas, human, you do me wrong,To chase me here discourteously,Making me sing this stupid song,No longer where I want to be.Grey bridge was all my joy.Grey bridge was my delight,Grey bridge was my heart of stone,And where is my lovely grey bridge?"Babes, what are you doing? You're singing a love song about a bridge,.