Now I was practically reciting it as a mantra with every step - "don't screw up, don't screw up".I was past the first couple of recessed doorways to e...ther side. They couldn't have provided much cover and I was sure none of the local guys who would be playing the OpFor — the Opposing Forces, as Sgt. Wilkins called them — or The Bad Guys, as I thought of them, would be dumb enough to try to hide there.I thought the best cover for someone trying an ambush was either the dumpsters or the narrow. Carla and Debbie were their names, and Carla was now sporting anenormous cock, of which Debbie would be forced to always service.I willed them to go out into public often, and it was so gratifying towatch them fuck eachother in plain sight. I fed off of theirhumiliation as Carla took Debbie doggie-style at the fountain in themall. Both of them crying with each thrust, Debbie on all fourshumping back on Carla's huge cock, as Carla reached around to fondleDebbie's breasts.That day at the mall. I was ready… more than ready in fact. As I positioned him for entry, I knew it would be a tight fit. I took in a deep breath and slowly slid his tool inside of my pussy. Alex interlocked his fingers behind his head as I pushed myself down and on to his manhood. Finally, our pelvis’ met and Alex was all the way inside of me, his massive tool pulsating. I moved my hips in a circular fashion, feeling his steel rod pushing up against my labia. Oh my gawd! I pressed my boobies into Alex’s face. He. Champa reached her sister’s home safely. She went in and kept the bag in the kitchen. She saw her daughter happily playing with her cousin brother Jegan in the backyard. The same cousin she had sex with last night. Her sister was nowhere to be seen in the house, so she walked out again.Neighboring her sister’s house was Ligan ghar, the house where Champa spent her first night in the village. Based on what she learned, three people live in the house, an old man Johar Ligan who owns the house,.