I almost missed the gateway on the left hand side. "In here," said Harry. "Over there," he waved, "into the barn." I drove in through the open doors a...d stopped the van. "Come and look at what we caught," said Harry, getting out. He was more relaxed now, but he still had his hand on the butt of the pistol in his waistband as he pulled open the van's doors.He needn't have worried. Our captive — well I felt I'd helped a bit — was lying, face down, on the floor of the van. I climbed in. Harry had. I move my hand down through her bushy red pubic hair. Down to her soft cunny. She gasps and grabs my wrist as I lightly caress with my fingertips. She doesn’t try to force my hand away though.Her breathing comes faster as I play with her body. Fingers petting her soft warm peach. Lips kissing her shoulder.Soon I feel wetness between her netherlips.I move on top and spread her legs. She looks away as I position the tip of my cock at the entrance of her love canal.Gently but firmly I push her. The feeling had been absent so long. It was that elusive connection between nipple and clitoris which was so hard to find and even more difficult to command. It had, at long-last, returned and she let herself go—allowed the feelings to surround her. Alvin had, too, and it had been beautiful. After that, they drifted off in each others' arm like honeymooners.She opened her eyes, aware that Raul would arrive at any moment. She thought that she detected a faint scent of her musk. She hurried to. Reanimated corpses with healing powers and in large qualities would prove to be a major problem.He wasn’t too concerned with the mark of the reaper on Tom, much to my surprise. He seemed to have a mentality of what will happen and there was no use in too much fussing over it. It was in complete contrast to the obsession I seemed to have the mark of the reaper and it seemed to have taken over a major portion of my life, especially with it popping around at completely random and inopportune.