‘Not so good, Moe, not so good. These dealings across the ocean are not good for business here in America.’ The rumor of another war had put the p...nch on everyone. ‘I’m sorry to hear that, Jonas.’ ‘America has been my home for twenty-three years. Some of the Schurke that break my windows and destroy my walls were not even born when I came here.’ The German community, which had been one of Cincinnati’s distinguishing characteristics when Jonas Kreimer had arrived, had nearly ceased to exist. The directions simply said that I would find further instructions when I got there. I got out, knocked on the door, tried it (it was locked), looked around for messages, and thought about yelling, but frankly out in the woods alone there, I was too frightened to yell. Finally when I got back in the car, I noticed a bag in the back seat that I didn't recognize, and sure enough, inside was a note along with some items that let me know immediately that something was up: a dildo, handcuffs, some. Wanting to stick my cock into something soft, even if it was a slice of apple pie. I could smell Annie's hippy scent and something else underneath it, and when I sneaked a peek at her I could see that her breath was kinda rapid, her thin chest rising and falling fast under the flimsy dress. Click.'Mind if I hold you some, try to keep in touch with reality? I feel like I need some kinda human contact.' She opened her eyes slowly and I could see they were huge and slightly bloodshot. She smiled. The three of us guys grinned at each other, pleased at out good fortune of have three lovely ladies writhing and moaning before us. I noticed Clint showing particular interest in my cock servicing Bridgette's tight little bush, then I remembered he hadn't fucked her yet. I nudged him, and nodded towards Bridgette's sweet little ass. Clint thrust forcefully into my wife a few more strokes, and then withdrew his cock from her. He leaned forward and kissed her neck, then angled his large erection.