They already knew what was inside those six canvas bags!How much? was the next question.“Open that one, Ezra. We need to see exactly what we’ve un...overed,” Eli said as they knelt in a circle around the shallow hole where the remains of the box still lay in the dirt.Ezra slipped the point of his knife under the knot where the heavy lacing was tied. Each of the six bags were tied identically, with rawhide laces pulling the drawstring top closed.Without making so much as a nick in the faded canvas. In protest tothe removal of the memorial plaque to those killed in the attack, arelatively small obelisk had been built next to the WTC Memorial Spirein New York-memories of the two attacks seemingly living side by side.Jack had flown to New York that summer to visit the memorial himselffor the first anniversary of his father's death - and got roasted bysome out of townies from down South concerning RU - any non-American ofcourse had to be a supporter of RU according to these morons. Jack. .oh please...do it daddy." I grabbed her by the hips and began to pummel her body with my rock hard cock, her pussy grabbing at my cock. Her pussy lips stuck to my cock like glue, and they withdrew and contracted with each motion of my cock, the thick shaft pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust. Alex was grunting out with each thrust, and I could feel that amazing sensation start deep within my balls again. "Oh fuck honey, you are so fucking good," I moaned to her, Alex clawing at me with. I looked over at her and said "She had a big twat, I couldn't even fill her up." We looked at each other and laughed at the thought of his tiny dick trying to fill up her gapingsnatch. She threw her leg past my back and settled onto the buddy set, wrapped her arms around me as we sped off on our journey. That night we found another place to camp by a small river in Arizona. We had wound our way through some hills, but were only following the sun, so who knows where we really were.We made.