Her wet pussy was slippery with copious amounts of their intermixed juices and his huge cock went straight to her cervix and stretched it in one power...ul thrust. She simultaneously bit her full lower lip and drawing blood. She cried out hoarsely, partially muffled by his lips.He drew back a few inches and thrust hard into her again, his mount striking her soft, thick pussy lips with a wet smack. She bit her lip again as he entered her fully. His thick cock-head was squeezed by the tight. "John could see very quickly that there was no point in reasoning with her on the matter, and it could only lead to an argument. "Have you heard from Los Angeles how much longer you're going to be here?" he said, trying to change the subject."No," she said. "I asked them again this month if I could go somewhere else, since nothing is happening here, but they won't let me, so I have to stay here and be subjected to this genocide. I wish the hell I could get out of the Defenders and get involved. ?So have you got any sortof proof??I had come well prepared and reached into my handbag to extract a sheafof letters and old photographs. All of them showed either Grandma, orher deceased twin sister or Uncle Mortimer or we very young childrengathered with the older family members. Uncle Mortimer took a differentpair of glasses from his inside pocket and peered myopically at thepictures. Eventually he was convinced.?Yes, I see now. That?s definitely Penelope, Daphne and me outside thisvery. Carla-Jean followed behind Shannon, glancing nervously around her. Thismotel wasn't exactly a good place to stay. In fact, the only thing it wasgood for was a midnight parking lot purchase of something or other inziploc bags. Hell, she'd seen a someone dumping syringes into a trash binin the few seconds since they'd pulled into the parking lot. She wonderedwhy Mason would have chosen to live here after getting that inheritance.Surely he could afford better.Carla-Jean's thoughts were interrupted.