As she slid her hand up and down on my swollen cock, she whispered, “Why don’t I show you what a blowjob is? I think you’ll love it.”Then she ...lipped off the sofa and got between my legs. “Why don’t you let me pull your pants down?”Without a word and in sort of a daze, I lifted up so she could pull my pants down to my ankles. Then she rubbed my cock through my shorts and said, “Wow, Billy! Your hard-on is really nice.”I hesitated briefly, then took her hand in mine and made her stroke it. The. While I was doing all this, she just stared at me. She was really pissed, and I couldn't blame her.She pulled the clothes on with difficulty, no underwear, just shorts and a body shirt, and took the cup from me. I said "No sense in worrying too much about a fire now, Anita. Some cooked meat would sure taste good to me." I sat back, sipping my own cup, letting the caffeine and the warming morning settle over me.She whispered "Whats your name dickhead?" I told her Greyeagle, which was the handle. I also learned that this Old Man Byrd was quite infamous at one time.I discovered dozens of articles about him prior to the success of the well. The entire town decided once to tar and feather him because they were tired of his shenanigans. At one point he even set fire to the prison just so he could escape. I also pondered the meaning of the items tossed in the well. I decided it couldn't just be any item it had to be something special to you. Hardy Sawyer probably cherished his wedding ring. He prised her buttocks open and pressed his finger to her anus. She moaned and her sphincter yielded and he inveigled a thick finger into her ass. He slid his other hand under her belly and flicked her gorged clitoris back and forth. She gasped and whimpered, her back bowing and arching, her body jerking and rocking under him. Her breasts swung with her motions and he squeezed them hard, rolling her rigid nipples in his fingers. Kiran’s head snapped up and she moaned. Her cunt and breasts were.