Our aerial survey determined that only about 300 to 400 cars needed to be removed in order to provide thirty landing strips between Hurlburt Town and ...acksonville. That would be one strip for each ten miles which should be more than adequate for our mission.Jim Baxley, our head forager, was in charge of the forty person crew making the trip. Jim was a stubborn old cuss who was still as active as any twenty year-old that I knew. We planned to fly a C-130 daily along the route to provide. I have a message for a Gurterude the Great."The tinker shakes his head but the messenger busy downing his mug of ale continues anyway."Well, Gurterude, eer eet goes. Der ess dis err princess, end she'd be eternally grateful, , if zum wun would come end rescue er from zom stoned tower that she is locked in. "The messenger then drops a scroll on the table in front of the speechless tinker, and says, "Dis er is a map which shows ya jest where da princess' tower be. "The messenger then staggers. We separated somewhat more and began to jog. My knee registered an immediate protest, but I ignored it.After about a hundred or so yards, the screams sounded louder, and we began to make out a female's words. "No don't! Help! Help! Rape! Help!" Followed by a deep bass, "Shut up bitch. You bite me, and I'll cut your tits! I swear I will. Lie still!"Rachel and I increased our speed and ran until we saw a cabin. In the disturbed snow in front lay a naked woman, arms held over her head by a huge. “Just keep doing that Nichole. I am getting closer.”That she was. Kat was now pulling on her own nipples which means she is getting very excited.Kat’s hips started to move with the rhythm of Nichole’s head. Nichole seemed to never come up for air. Her tongue was constantly moving around Kat’s pussy, with the occasional flicking. “Flick faster. I am going to cum.” Kat’s back arched and she let out a long and satisfying moan as her climax hit it’s peak.Nichole put her whole mouth over Kat’s pussy.