My tears simply getting you harder, making you **** me even more brutally.Once your unprotected cock shot deep inside me, you'd pull out and move towa...d my face full of dried tears and make me open my mouth, forcing me to taste myself on the cock that just ****d me. I resist but the more I express my discontent, the more turned on you become until your cock would be solid once again, and my mouth would be well on its way to bringing you off once again.Shoving your cock deep into my throat and. “Mom, you wouldn’t wake up. He must’ve put too much of whatever it was. I called 911, I was freaking out. I didn’t want to lose you too,” Leanna said.“The ambulance rushed you here, they pumped your stomach. But you still didn’t wake up. You’ve been here asleep for almost two days.”“Fat Rob. I didn’t go, I mean, he and I didn’t,” I was putting the pieces together.“No. I’m so glad I saw him slip something into your drink. If I hadn’t been paying attention – ”“Oh, sweetie, come here,” I hugged. “Tink find it! We go to library!”“Great job Tink!” Mike followed her into the living room. “Now what?”“Shh!” Tink held a finger to her lips, her eyes closed in concentration. “Tink try and remember!” The little goblin stood this way, the book held tightly in her hands, her lips moving silently.“Well?” Mike asked, after nearly a minute had passed.“Tink doesn’t remember.” Shoulders slumping, Tink handed the book to Mike. “Maybe husband figure out?”“We’ll see.” Opening the book, he was surprised. I had changed my clothes so that they had more of a camouflage pattern to them, and even Running Fox was impressed by how I could disappear into the surrounding sand, only to reappear someplace else. Once he saw how it worked, Joe wanted a suit to match mine. Alice worked on it and came up with something that was a very good copy. When Joe demonstrated his progress a couple of weeks later, Running Fox decided that he, too, wanted a camouflage suit.We had only been out of Las Cruces two days.