The amount of waterfowl seemed unlimited. A day’s hunting could bag 100’s and it wouldn’t be too hard to get more. As they moved, fish could be ...een leaping from the water and splashing down, leaving bright rings behind. Jeffrey thought of how easy you could feed a number of soldiers with just fish despite the fact that most hated it. He took out his sketchpad and quickly drew the scenery. Mere words would not suffice to tell this story. Unfortunately Jeffrey didn’t look at the view around him. And she loved getting fucked. She loved how men looked at her and desired her. Like her father did. When her father told her she should become a stripper she knew he was right.She sucked him in again. Wiped her wet face over him. She ran her tongue all over him. His cock twitched. He was painfully hard. Every nerve in his body was alive with excitement. She held his eyes and smiled, and then sank her warm mouth back around his rigid shaft and began to go all the way down, gagging again almost,. "He paused and looked down at her. "Well, what can you offer instead then?"Flick looked at his cock again. Her mind raced with intrigue as she wondered how much bigger it would grow. He had moved closer to her and had his hands by his side. He seemed so confident, just stood there with his enormous cock dangling between his legs. She noticed that it had stiffened slightly. The intrigue took over. "Fuck it," she murmured to herself and shifted forward towards him."I'm sure we could come to, erm,. It could be the smell of death. I don’t think I could handle smelling that. It’s bad enough even thinking about being fucked by a dead guy. If... Penelope ignores the rest as she steps out of the dress and then takes a seat again before the corpse, one leg in the casket, the other up on the edge of it. Mesmerized by the sight of his cock, strangely intact compared to the rest of his rotting flesh, she wants to know what it feels like inside her. She wants it as badly as she would any living.