"That's cute!"We followed Jeff out the back of the building. He got in his company pickup truck and we got in ours and followed him through the Alabam... countryside. "You can get an idea of where we're heading by keeping track of the high voltage transmission lines," I said, mentoring my protege wife. "We're interested in the ends of the big ones. This little stuff on the side of the road is distribution." What voltage?" she asked."That's around thirteen or fourteen thousand volts. See the. It was as if he was holding on to me for support so he wouldn’t tip over, and I bathed in that feeling even as I shuddered right along with him.As his cum mixed with the moisture from my weeping pussy and started to slide down the insides of my thighs, he took a step back and put his softening penis back into his pants, then motioned for me to straighten my soggy panty hose just as he had instructed.I did, closely observed by his greedy eyes, and shivered when his still warm cum made wet noises. "Let's just say that this year, I have a lot to be thankful for." I looked at dad, standing over the turkey, running his blade up and down the steel. "You might want to sit down. This is going to take a couple of minutes."I took a deep breath."I'm thankful for a lot of things this year. First of all, I'm thankful that I've grown up enough to realize that I have a lot to be thankful for."Mom laughed into her napkin, then exchanged looks with Dad."I'm thankful for my sister Traci, who has turned. “I love Germany.”“My father did too,” the girl said. “He fought in the German Army on the Western Front in the last war. He was wounded. He and my mother were killed at Dachau.”“My parents died in a bombing raid.”“Well then,” the girl said, “I guess we are both orphans. My name is Ruth.”“I am Hans. Why are you doing this for me?”“Everywhere in the world millions of people are being killed, Hans. If I can save one life I think it’s a good thing.”By now Hans had unpacked the contents of his.