“No,” Tia whined. “It’s all squiggly stuff!”“Whose idea was it for us to do inventory, anyway?” Holly called from another part of the ca...go bay. “Why did anyone think we’d know what all this junk is?”“All right,” Tabatha replied. “I’ll take the blame! I thought this would be more of an adventure than its turning out to be. So if you’re interested, here’s new instructions. ‘Look for food and supplies and tools that you recognize. Call out if you see anything interesting. Got that?”“Cool!” …. She had a shaped, short black jacket over a white blouse that clung to her fantastic breasts. The thin trace of her bra could be seen through it, along with the sight of two firm nipples. A 36 I would have guessed. She looked somewhere in her forties, with laughing eyes and deeply red lips. Just those lips would have got me hard alone, but the rest of her body certainly took care of it.She had fantastic, long, shapely legs in a tight black pencil skirt. It was tight enough to see the outline of. She let out a loud moan as she came, but Nick didn’t slow. He continued to fuck her. She could hardly catch her breath. Then in a storm of sex, Nick jerked and pumped on top of her. He was cumming, filling her with his cum. Emma moaned quietly and a smile appeared on her face. Nick gently collapsed on Emma, still slightly twitching as every last drop of cum left his cock and found it’s way deep inside Emma’s pussy. The two lay there for a minute and then Nick found the strength to stand up.. Shit, how much more could they want?I was dropped just outside San Antonio with all of the accouterments of a wandering gunslinger, with some extras. My forefinger on my right hand was fitted out to be a flame thrower and my middle finger was a .44 caliber machine gun. Please don't ask me how that was possible. All I know is what I was told: there is some sort of replicator stored in my abdomen that is controlled by Honeybunch. All I have to do to use either weapon is to point the appropriate.