Our last stop was the little cluster of trailers and the RV that the assholes had set up. When we walked up there was no one to be seen. As I was walk...ng past the RV I heard voices and low laughs then I heard a woman moaning. I looked at Dude (my friend) and said, "What do ya think? Sounds like that woman in there is fer sure getting fucked. Just listen to her. Those moans and the whining sure sound like Jean to me." Man if that's Jean it's already too late and I'm not sure we can even take on. She had reached the main access to the garden when muffled explosions rent the night. "Fuck!" She pulled her pistol from the clip on her thigh, ran across the garden and up the ramp. She could see immediately the access door had been forced by a well-placed charge. The intruders knew what they were doing. She held the pistol in front of her and stepped through the open hatch, swinging left then right her senses tingling, no one, her back pressed against the corridor wall she moved forward to. Brunda lay down again on the bed, a little exhausted. Kartik knew well to not insert his cock inside the pussy while his mom was tired, so he licked over his mom’s entire body.Brunda could just utter “uuuhhh aaahh” and bite her lips as her son left his saliva on every inch of her body! “Kartik beta aaah please put it in now”, Brunda heard herself saying.Kartik figured out that missionary position would be best as that would give the least pain to his injured mom. So he parted Brunda’s legs as. Not so serious about things. She took a deep breath. “I was in a very sensitive place,” she said, softly. “My message to you reads harsher than I intended.” He gave her an impatient look. He shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “And…?” She bit her lip in frustration. Her firm look softened, she looked suddenly vulnerable. He tried to ignore it. “Look. The situation just triggered some shit that happened to me in the past.” Interest and curiosity began to war with his earlier feelings of.