" Her scent lingered in his nose, light, florally, sweaty, briny, pleasantly fishy. Gene forced thoughts of Holly's pussy away, said, "tell me what th... fuck is going on."Holly sat upright, exhaled, looked toward the rear of the cabin. "How much does she know ... about Mason Shay." Nothing." Gene's reply was automatic."Thought not. She's gonna find out. Up to you how. 'Mason Shay' is why they're after you. Your connection to Whitehead drew them."Gene said nothing, stewing, that part of his life. I grabbed my coat and headed out into a brisk winter morning. Technically it was still fall, but it definitely had a winter bite in the air. 10 minutes later, I was in front of Nelly's house. I rolled the car a couple houses up the street, not wanting to nave my car in front of Nelly's house in case Mike came home for some reason. I took a couple of deep breaths and convinced myself to get out of the car. I braced myself against the December wind. Walked quickly up the street and to the door. I. If you go searching through that crate of bayonets though, be careful. They’re probably still very sharp,’ she warned, tying the pouch closed. ‘I’ll go out to the barn and get some heavy work gloves,’ he said. He laid the last of the bayonets on the floor and looked into the empty crate. He hadn’t come across any pouches of jewels. He sighed and began placing the bayonets back into the crate. When he had finished he joined Virginia in the kitchen. He was pulling off his gloves as he walked in. And she’s hot.” Anna motioned with her hand for them to come in. The last guy in latched the door. They were in their early 20s and one was black, the other white. Anna swooned when she saw this. Their cocks were out in seconds. Carl moved to the side and Anna greedily started sucking the black guys cock. He was big, thick and beautifully shaped, his cock was cut with a pronounced ridge. He grabbed Anna’s head and fucked her face. He pulled up Anna’s tank top and yanked her boobs out of her bra.