The imprint of his hand was sure to be visible on her backside, and this was just his opening blow. But she prided herself on her dignified demeanour ...nd refused to shout or cry. He could do his worst, she would not give him the satisfaction of tears. It was far from easy to keep this vow, though, as cracking smack after smack fell, sometimes rapidly and stingingly, sometimes weightily and hard, on her quivering behind. The Captain meant business, and she had the feeling he would not let up. " Dammit, Chester, you're right. I'll see what Voice has to say about that tonight. These monsters don't seem to be responsive to solid slugs, but I'll bet the BAR with explosive rounds would play hell with them. Just do what you can to get through today, and I'll give it a try when we get to the home cave this evening."Chester was satisfied with that, and we continued our route march to the next objective, which was not a cave, this time.The objective was a kind of pit with some sort of. “Let’s get something to eat first off. Then we’ll think about outfitting you and maybe even get you a grubstake so you can pull yourself back on your feet.”“You mean it?” Van Horn asked in wonder. “You’d do that for a stranger? Even for one who sought to steal your stuff? Why?”“Let’s say that I’m a real softy at heart. So we should see about some clothes. Stand up for a second.”They stood side by side and Clint eyeballed the man. He even placed his foot beside Van Horn’s. Clint decided that the. Shellie purred as his wet tonguelapped at her ear, and she wiggled her ass beneath him."I don't know how it could be any wetter," he said softly into herear. "It was about as wet as possible, I think." Oh, it can be much, much wetter," she said."I doubt it," Jay said, sucking at his mother's ear lobe."Oh, but it can," she teased. "Mommy's cunt can become very, verywet."The lips of her pussy closed about his cock. Only the head of hisprick was inside her now as it shriveled."Did you feel.