."Um, maybe. I can probably figure it out." She shrugged at her translator. "I'm not a good cook anyway." Making her way to one of the three refrigera...ors, she opened it and pulled out a rambutan. Ignoring the looks of the others, she deftly peeled the red spiny skin and popped the white fruit into her mouth. Mmmm ... she needed that. Getting down to the seed, she debated whether she should just eat it, despite the rather bad taste when uncooked, but decided to just be herself. No need to act. I turned her around and pressed her against the wall and kissed her on the shoulder blades, her back and then bit her bare ass. She yelped in pain. I could smell her pussy and knew that she was horny as fuck. I made her sit before me and pushed my semi-erect cock in her face. From the look of it, I knew this had not indulged in it much with her husband.I pulled her hair so that she opened her mouth in pain. And then shoved my cock in her mouth and mouth-fucked her for a couple of minutes. The. Go too fast and she could rip something. I won’t let you air began to rasp in his lungs as she positioned herself, and rubbed his swollen crest with her slippery warm folds ooooooh! Hollis grinned. Feel good? His eyes blurred as she teased him by sinking down just a little, then lifting back up. You know it does! Jesus, Hollis, you’re killing me aw, poor baby!Laughing, she reached down to pat his cheek. Then she eased down a little more, and sighed with delight oooh, you feel fantastic! So do. I dropped back and rode about 50 yards behind the wagon. If there was any shooting from the arroyo, I was going to dismount and run down the arroyo to fight the bastards. Well, it happened. Shots were fired as soon as the wagon drew even with the arroyo. The trouble was, all of the shots were fired at the mule pulling the wagon. I have no idea how many hit the poor beast, but there were enough to kill her. Martha had been driving fast to get past the arroyo, and the wagon very nearly ran over.