She walked along quietly thinking about those years. She had hated the unrelenting lessons that her uncle put her through and it wasn’t until years ...fterwards that she realized he had given her a far greater gift than mastery of an obscure fighting style. He had given her a strength that allowed her to be her own person, unbound by societal convention and able to break it by having the skill to keep others from forcing her into anything that she didn’t want to do.Grimacing at the thought of. Her mouth was all over her, sucking her neck and slowly nibbled her way down Christie’s succulent body. My cock throbbed as Mina removed Christie’s skirt and revealed her wet bush. Christie was thoroughly enjoying this. The nudge from Greg brought me back to why we were there.I walked over to the writhing women and began to stroke my cock as I watched them. Their slender bodies underneath me. They noticed I was standing over them and poised themselves to receive my cum. I felt the warmth travel. Then, we’ll head south.” I paused and looked around. “Let’s go!”We drove though Madison and looked at its beautiful old homes. Laura liked it. It was deserted and looked as if no one had been there since the vanishing. We roamed around and then headed south below I-20 going to Eatonton. As we went south, I saw a neat-looking sign for Rock Eagle 4-H Camp. I switched on my turn signal and went right to the camp. It was a truly beautiful place!I said, “Laura, here’s my phone. Call Ed or Bert and. When Cora turned around she was smiling , holding her hands up for me to lay down with her. “That was good” she said then ran a hand along my cheek “can we do this again”.She was no longer shy and began telling me how much she liked doing what we just did. “Maybe I shouldn’t tell you this,”she said” but my husband would cum on me sometimes and Helen, after taking the picture, would lick me and him clean. It turned my husband on so much seeing that he would jerk himself off when I was not.