The other two were wounded. Not critically, at least not to the point that they couldn’t move. But they would slow down any pursuit. I figured that ...he skinny one would give it up in a heartbeat. But the fat one was obstinate, stubborn, and not smart enough to know better.Unfortunately, I had the same problem with these two women. I wasn’t sure about their woodcraft abilities. The younger one had impressed me, and I hadn’t seen anything to complain about yet. But the older, Professor, was a. She had known and liked the willful red-headed girl all her life."There's this boy, this man, young man, you probably know him, know his family, Billy Fields?" She sighed again, a bit louder than was necessary."Uh huh, I knows him. Got'a good head on his shoulders, that boy. Kind'a nice looking feller, ain' he?"Anne smiled and scrunched up her befreckled nose. "I suppose. Anyroad, he joined the army, the rebel army of course, dumb thing to do, and he says he loves me, the fool. Oh, drat, I'm. Jim, his legs shaking, could only grip the chair to keep from falling to the floor. Through the fiery haze of his climax he watched his cum drip from her mouth, while her fingers quickly dived deep into her pussy. As the third spurt shot from his cock he saw the flush from Beverly’s climax rush up over her breast, her neck, and then her face. Each time Jim sent another spurt into her mouth another aftershock of her climax was triggered. After several minutes of heavy breathing and fixed eye. But I do want to talk to you, preferably somewhere private. A business proposition." the redhead spoke. The Hispanic woman seems resolute to not talk, just to study him."Not interested." I think this one you might be. Can we talk somewhere private?"You think for a long time, then finally with a wave of your hand you lead them to your office. It's messy with scientific papers and books, but otherwise seems quite inviting."My name is Ms. Jackson," the redhead began, "and I'd appreciate it if what.