The innkeeper wuz a kind of unofficial mayor of the community, an' he called fer an assembly of the militia. That wuz sumpthin' of a joke, since there...wuz 10 men in the militia, an' they only trained one day a month. Nevertheless, the militia assembled an' marched out ta face the invadin' British.Not bein' in the militia, I wuz not formally required ta go, but I knew that I had ta he'p—it wuz just the right thin' ta do. Ma had always 'pressed on me that I always had ta do the "right thin'." I. Mike scooped up the Henderson's Bible which was still sitting on top of the hallway dresser. It didn't look like any of the looters were interested in searching for divine guidance inside the timeless pages.They moved slowly back to the cave being overly cautious about not leaving any back trail to be followed. Mike went back retracing their steps just to make sure. He was more worried about the military elements coming into the National Park from the main highway when they had more time to do. ”“He did not force you from Passion Mill?”“That’s a little complicated. Had I known the full facts I would have eagerly cooperated.”I began to tell her my tale. As I spoke, she soaped my body, her strong hands lathering calming circles across my flesh. I relaxed into her touch.I noticed that I had been quiet for some time. Dolphin’s hands still moved across my body, kneading my muscles. By this point the soap had all been rinsed away. Her hands and the warm water lulled me.“A long day you’ve. Her pouty lips parted as my tongue shoved between her lips to meet hers. She sucked my tongue like a cock as our bodies slammed together against the privacy fence. Her nails dug into my back as I pounded her tight cunt and tongue fucked her mouth. She cried out so loud as she came I was sure neighbors could have heard her.We giggled as I slipped from her clutch, my cock coated in a mix of our cum. Hilda dropped to her knees and took me balls deep into her mouth, swishing my cock around like.