Linda tilted her head and parted her lips. Buck humped, stabbing his slick red cockmeat into her mouth. Her lips clamped around his prick and her chee...s hollowed in and she slurped on that gamy slab happily."Ummmm--yummy," she purred.Buck's hind paws scrambled on the ground as he fucked his cock into her mouth, his haunches heaving. His balls swung in and out over his master's upturned face. The dog dragged Linda forwards as he fucked his cock in and out of her face. She was riding on Dick's. “Check the storage compartments on them as well; we can grab some food and water to put in them. I think we’ll need the water at least, it’s a long ride.”I checked the gas on both skis and was surprised to find them full. Maybe they filled them when they filled the main tank; it would make sense to fill them all so the main tank would not need to be filled again for a while. Faith came out carrying the gas can with a nervous look on her face. “Hope, the gas can is already full. Do you think. ” I laughed. “True enough, but I prefer it when I’m the only male of the species aware of it – although I know how much you love to tease and torment some helpless waiter or valet or something.” “Which I do only to save you from having to leave them tips; it’s strictly an economic thing.” “Well, never think that both I and my wallet don’t appreciate the gesture.” I hugged her tightly, enjoying the warmth of her firm, resilient form and the pleasure of matching wits with her, but chose to quit. It made the unprecedented move of ordering all Babylonian Commander monks (CL-15 to CL-8) and Upper-Level Manager monks (CL-6 and CL-7), and I mean all of them, to travel to Bandar Arenas without delay and witness The Code's high-noon pronouncement.A short history on the monks of Babylon: Not since Bel'dar himself has sacred power and secular power resided in one person. The two lines of authority were split that long ago. Babylon has its standard quota of 3,900 Priests, but except for the CL-2.