”“Oh, where are you going?” Paul replied, he wanted to ask if his mother was getting fucked again but resisted the temptation.“Oh we’re just...meeting some friends,” Brian said.“Oh, can l come?” Paul replied.“Maybe next time,” Brian said.Paul said nothing as they pulled up at the centre. His father said he would be back in an hour or so as Paul got out of the car.Mrs Johnson welcomed him as soon as he entered the main area. “I expect you’ve come to see Anthony,” she said.“Yes,” Paul replied,. Now he was back in my cunt again. It was a merry-go-round of sex. People changing places. Cocks filling all our holes. Sometimes 3 at a time. The smell of sex hanging so heavy in the air.Hot sweaty bodies oozing cum and juice and spit. If I wasn’t sucking on a cock, or someone’s balls. I was licking his ass, or hers. Or my head buried in her cunt.Ian was on top of Teresa. I could tell from the noise he was making, he was about to cum. I had told the. My toes were painted purple. I touched up my makeup and took one last look in the mirror. I smiled and knew how sexy I looked. I went down the stairs to find my husband sitting at the bar in the kitchen, reading a magazine. I walked in and stood across the bar from him, on my tippy toes, leaning on the counter. He heard me and put the magazine down slowly. "Oh my god. Get over here, baby. I want to look at you more," he said smiling. I walked over to him and he eyed my up and down. He smiled. I just want to find outhow this happened."Then men walked for several miles until they were near the edge of thereservation. Suddenly, the oil slick was gone. They investigated thearea, and Ben, who had decent tracking skills, came across an areawhere it appeared that a pickup truck had backed up to the bank, withseveral sets of footprints around it. Nick warned the others not to getclose and contaminate the scene."We should call Constable Sloot at the OPP and get him up here beforethat little.