.”I still had questions. I wanted to know if none of them stopped touching tongues what happened but they stopped talking.They just pressed their to...gues to one another hard and looked at each other with these very stubborn expressions.Betty waved at me to hurry me along with the distractions.The first thing I did was take a red wooden paddle with holes in it and go around smacking their asses very hard. That didn’t do much. I found that when they weren’t talking there was a lot of awkward. I...I can't stop, I have to come for you, oh gawd, it's so fucking good. Bastard, bastard, you bastard" she moaned in lost passion and letting Ken know she still had some fight left. It did not matter to Lori who was touching her, who was caressing her, or who was fucking her. Lori's dreams were that of Ken and his family were merely a reflection of him. "Oh gawd," she pondered the thought, "how can I ever explain it to Andy?" Ken gave her head a demanding shake and wrapped his fingers tightly. I had never felt such a huge male organ against my body. I whispered in his ear “hold me close, I need to feel a man tonight” With that my free hand left his shoulder and it ran down his stomach to below his waist. I began to feel his large organ, I started at the top of his cock and my hand traveled for several inches before I felt his soft balls. I could not help but feel his organ from its base to its top; it had to be at least eight long. I whispered in his ear, I have a special talent that. The horsey house had 6 rooms with two twin beds.The Crash house had three bedrooms with twin beds, a living room and a dining room that could each hold 3 army cots.The gears in my head were spinning and my pencil making notes."OK, here is the reality of the situation. The storm is not going to clear out for another 24 hours at the earliest. Then it will be another day before the major airports are even marginally operational," I said."We have army cots coming, plenty of dry beans and potatoes,.