Her hand came around to grab my cock. She gripped my cock hard and squeezed, pumping it up and down. I moaned. She moved down and put her face to my c...ck. I felt her warm breath blowing on me as she kissed the slit and licked my pre-cum off it. I put my hand in her hair and let her suck me. She kept taking more and more of my cock into her mouth, her fingernails ran along the underside of my balls, then she cupped them in her warm hand and gave them a light squeeze. I knew I could not hold for. I had to see what I could do.I dialed 911 and then put my phone in the pack on my bike. I looked around for something that I could use to help in the rescue.I pulled my ice spikes out of my pocket. I had made them myself. They were just two sharp spikes embedded in a wooden handle. There were holes in each handle so that the sharp end could be stored inside the other handle. Each spike had a strap I could wrap around my wrist. I figured I could use one as an anchor in the ice. I also spotted a. It was getting closer to my start time and challenge, and I couldn’t hide the growing anticipation and excitement building in me. As she started the car she slipped a finger to my pussy, I was embarrassingly wet, ‘don’t make too much of a wet patch’ she said. ‘You had them waiting there’ I stated referring to her boys; Anita looked at me and laughed ‘of course, Paul and I said they don’t see enough of you these days’. She drove on for about 20 minutes going into a part of Reading that I’d never. I had wanted to change over to the semi-automatic .357 since the coyote incident; a clip was much faster to reload! Running Elk took the rig and put it on just as I wore it, unloaded the pistol, re-holstered it and to my surprise drew and fanned it almost as fast as I could! Then he reloaded it and put it back in the holster once again. Pulling the knife he cut his left palm about 1" and held out his hand to me. I took the new bowie knife and cut my left palm the same way and took his hand! I.