.Morty looked down the list of incoming messages, mentally ordering which ones to read first - when he came to a stop, his beady little eyes widening ...n shock as he read the header on the third from the bottom.'Hey, stupid.' - from Gunslinger.What worried him so much wasn't the message - hell, he'd read that morning's rant with joy.But this wasn't posted to the list - it had come directly to HIM. Gunslinger knew who he was.For a second, Morty considered just dumping the message into the trash -. She was within ten meters of where she knew the camp to be before she could see anything. The camouflage they had set up the night before was damnably effective. The camp was silent and still and no one was in sight. She knew Alex Vargas had set out sensors and should be aware of her presence by now, but there was no sign that someone was coming to investigate. She froze in place, realizing that the silence could mean that Vargas, Deacon and Roberts could already be out in the woods, watching. Thrusting, pulling, and thrusting again. My pussy spasming about it. My juices squirting around his girth and flooding down my thighs.And the pleasure his dick churned ... Primal. Raw. Overwhelming.He grunted above me. He growled. The words were meaningless. Xera bucked and moaned, her own sweet voice adding to the symphony that washed through my senses. Nothing made sense to me any longer but the dick hammering my tiny cunt.Hot juices washed over my mouth. I drank them down, hardly registering. He’s pretty confident that he’d be agreeable if it was the right person.’ He gave me that satisfied smile once more. I’d been set up, but then again, no harm had been done. ‘There are some other considerations that I haven’t even thought about. I’m engaged to the production manager at Winston Candy in Charlotte. She has a great job and she’s really just getting established there. That’s going to influence any decision I make.’ ‘I think I can put your mind at rest on that, Stan,’ Gabriel said..