Feeling his hips rock slowly, just barely moving, face-fucking me at his leisure. Moaning, slobbering, sucking hard but still gently, cleaning his coc... as he'd instructed. My wife's hand reaching down to my head, pushing my mouth deeper and deeper onto him; glancing to the side to see his strong, thick black fingers deep in her cunt, rocking in and out in perfect rhythm with my mouth on him.Hearing my wife gasp "please let me cum," followed quickly by his murmured assent, her body rocking and. He grabbed a beer out of the fridge and told me I could help myself if I wanted. He went back outside and out to the detached garage. I get up and walked back to Amanda's bedroom opening the door and she was sitting on her bed still in nothing but her white panties, didn't even clean herself off. I ask "What if I was Robert walking in here?" "He wouldn't even recognize I was naked. He stays so fucked up, I can't count how many times he has. "You're right. We have consolidated this position well but we would have to give it up without a fight to a large group bent on taking it. It's a lot to lose. So, Missus Dillard, how do we go about finding these nice people?"Pat smiled at being called, "Missus." She said, "I think we need to look around Dalton and maybe up to Chattanooga. We know there are people around Ellijay but they are as elusive as we are. Someone has to take the lead in making a contact. It's a risk but I would like to. We got plenty tangled up in the lives we led in that other world, but we didn’t communicate with our present self while we were back in the past,” Cole said. “When we were gone from here, our bodies more or less kept up appearances, but memories of those times were muted and dreamlike. Sometimes it appeared we were sick, like you were after the wolf attack, Ramie. And when our hosts died, that was it.”“Except you were trapped there for a long time, just like I was,” Ramie said. “Then you went.