At night the Garden Hill helicopter was lucky if it could hit one person per firing run, thus cutting the average men hit to around six or eight per n...ght. That was still a considerable rate of attrition, but it was not nearly as bad as the first few days had been.But still, the threat and the reality of random, unpredictable death was undeniably there as the militia made camp on this night. They did not know that Brett and Jason had stood down the helicopter at 4:00 PM that afternoon for a. I held her firmly. I didn’t want her moving. I positioned my cock at her entrance and slammed into her hard.“Oh fuck,” she hissed.“Take it, baby,” I ordered as I slammed into her hard and fast. She squirted all over me.“Daddy,” she moaned. I knew she was close, I felt her pussy gripping my cock harder.“Cum, baby,” I ordered.“Oh!” she cried as she came hard. I felt her pussy juices dripping down my cock. I didn’t stop fucking her hard. Her legs trembled in my hands. I was close.“I’m going to cum. Besides, there was a good foot of snow on the ground and he looked like he could use some time inside to warm up. She opened the door a little more saying, ‘Could I offer you some coffee before you go? I just made a fresh pot. I also made some cookies yesterday if you’d like to try some for yourself. Only if you’d like to though.’ He grinned saying, ‘That sounds wonderful.’ She invited him in and sat him down in the kitchen then went to her bedroom to throw on nothing but a black long sleeve. ..The tears start to flow, and I am again pulling at the ropes. Thinking that maybe this time they might just give, and come loose. But they don't, of course.More sharp breathes into my nose, I am having a hard time controlling my breathing. I am holding my breath. You pause, and give me time to breathe, to catch my breath. Telling me it is okay, that we are almost done.Eighteen, nineteen, twenty...I arch my body, tipping my head back, swinging it from side to side, wincing in pain. The pillow.