Smelly sticky blood. Tears were running from Zoa’s eyes, and she wasn’t the only one. Most of her fellow couriers were weeping. Most of them had e...mptied their stomachs too. Zoa hadn’t. Apart from her tears she kept it all inside. A whole caravan. Seven families. They were all dead. Every single one. Some of them were missing limbs. Several had been decapitated. Some had weapons in their hands, some didn’t. One child had had her gut cut open and her insides were spread out on the ground. From. Abi’s legs are smooth and toned and of perfect proportion. They are the sort that stop traffic. Like the rest of her, or what we can see at least, they have a light and even tan. They have a lovely sheen to them too. Cream has been applied this morning. I find myself wondering if she did this herself or whether she had the boyfriend do it. I prefer to think the former. I feel a rush of antipathy for this bastard boyfriend of Abi’s. Imagine getting to fuck that every night. Jesus. Ok, so I will. " You bring a knife?" I think there's one in the basket yes ... why?" Hurry up and drink some," she said accepting the knife from me. I did so as she took back the bottle beginning to cut it. "Now ... dig a hole ... right here," she said deep enough to put this in," she instructed. "And hurry, they'll be passing by us again in a minute or so."I had scooped out enough sand to accommodate the bottle of water as Bella gingerly packed it back around the bottle. She was grinning. "Ok, take your cock. He passed the bowl of chocolate sauce to me, and somehow I knew what to do. I licked as much sauce as I could, and transferred it to his penis, licking it arousingly as I did so. Once as much sauce as possible was on it - it was literally dripping off with his precum, he moved down on top of me once again. Then paused. "Please..." I whispered desperately. He smiled wickedly again. "The second you come girl, you are dead. You come when I say so." With that, he was inside of me. I gasped in.