...................................................................On their way into Doug's land, there were several other hunting camps, either on th...t rubbly road or trails leading off of it. One particular camp was the Hytowr Camp (short for the owner's name, Jack Hightower). Jack was in his late 60's and was a regular to his camp, and usually had one or more others with him. Occasionally they would get in range of Doug, waving hello when not stalking deer or elk.Doug and John went out. First time I give oral and feel toes working my head in position and speed. She gets off a good one. I mount and she arches her ass up to me, legs wrapped around my body and we fuck like no time in my life. She keeps a lot of cock out of her and I feel it bottom out. I have no need to force it, so I get what I can. Its incredibly tight and so wet. She ask me to lay down and not push up. She mounts me and works it in her. I get the ride of history. She works her ass faster than a hand jerking. I guess I won't be needing this anymore, Amy thought with a smile.Her friend Jerry, a cop, had been in the process of checking Charlie's ID when Charlie murdered him. Charlie had not retrieved the ID from him in fact he had forgotten all about it. He had been much more interested in watching Jerry bleed to death. Charlie had cut out Jerry's tongue so he could not scream and then had just stood and watched as the man's struggles became ever weaker and finally ceased altogether. Amy had found. ’ End of message. Out.”“Isn’t that interesting?” the Colonel said before contacting our commo.“Headquarters Commo, send the following to Franklin Commo: ‘Appreciate the assistance. Good shooting’. Sign that Commander, First Mobile Headquarters Team. Do you copy? Over,” she finished.“Headquarters Commo to HQ6. Good copy here. Will transmit to Franklin Commo. Nothing further. Out,” we heard from Sergeant Dohla, who was on duty in commo.“Cleve, reduce the alert condition to fifty percent on duty..