Her pussy was too wet, too inviting. He took her wrists, still in his hands, and held them behind her back. He held them together with one hand, and w...th the other he grabbed the handcuffs. Quickly, in a heartbeat, her wrists were cuffed behind her back. Her head was pressed against the pillow. Jonny used his hands to grab her hips and pick her up, so that he was on his knees behind her, his cock balls deep in her kitty. She turned her face on the pillow so she could breathe. There was nothing. I was speechless and shocked but I let him continue as it felt so good. Next, he was between his wife's legs with his cock jabbing into her hard and fast. She was loving it and was showing her excitement by poking a finger into my own hot hole.The girl could certainly suck and finger and I was almost blowing my load, so I eased out of her mouth and watched Ricky's big cock fuck hard.Calmer now I was able to stick my cock back in June's mouth again for another sucking. "You've a nice cock mate". And I know I died. Well ... I think I died ... when everything happened.First, I was right there in the diner.And now I’m ... now that’s a good question.Where is here?I can’t answer, but I do know that I won’t be here long. Something is happening all around me! Folks are simply disappearing!It will be my turn soon. I know that, but don’t know how I know.I just know that I know.There is so much to tell ... to describe.Let’s see.When “It” happened (whatever It was), we were all just sitting. "It's as good a name as any," the gnome replied, noncommittally."We can supply the transportation," Patrick assured us with a grin. "How much ale can you supply?" We can supply the equivalent of fifteen barrels a week or thirty Kilderkin to start," the gnome told them. (Ale barrels hold 36 imperial gallons and a Kilderkin is half that.)"Yes, the kil (Kilderkin) might be best - not too heavy to move by hand," Patrick told him from experience. "Are those oak casks?" he asked next."Aye," the gnome.