Hild straddled me and was standing up on her knees, rubbing Junior's head just on the lips of her pussy. Not letting him enter the Promised Land, but ...easing him. I couldn't do a thing. One had my arms pinned and the other my hips. What idiot would struggle, whilst in this position anyway?Marjorie just moved up a bit and I smelt that smell again, as she thrust her crotch onto my face. At least this time I was able to breath and she was positioned so that I could give her the full attention of. Uski gand ka chhed bahut tight tha. Maine der sara thuk uski gand ke chhed par aur apni ungali par lagaya aur dubara uski gand me ungali ghusane ki kosis karne laga. Gilepan ke karan meri ungali thodi gand me ghus gayee ungali ghuste hi wo kasmakasahat karne lagi. Wo tadap kar aage khiski jis wajah se ungali gand ke chhed se bahar nikal gayee aur mud kar boli kya kar rahe ho. Maine kaha tumahari gand sachmuch khubsurat hai. Wo boli ungali kyo ghusate ho lund kya so gaya hai ? Uski yah baten. Unless they wanted to, of course.The advent of the internet really was special, in all kinds of ways. Somehow, the tie between human and demon and angel had dragged them all closer together through their banner ads and porn and debates. It was an unrivaled power source with only a slight need for maintenance.Nowadays, Lucifer could just relax, party, and plan with the Guy "in charge" every couple of weeks. His flock of fallen angels could do the same, and at this point he didn't give a flying. I put the extra mags in the vest I was wearing. I had bought it at a gun store and it was made fuller for the shoulder holsters. It had many inside pockets that fit all the mags perfectly. I went down to the kitchen and opened the shelter. I quickly got out several of the sixteens and about a dozen mags for each of them. I hid them around the house, up high where the girls wouldn't see them. I had been shown all these hiding places by Abe when I bought the cabin. I got my coffee and figured I.