As far as Kristi was concerned, she was already being fisted.The volunteer knew what the crowd wanted to see and began working toward it. He pulled hi...s huge arm out until his fist started to spread her pussy wide. The other man held Kristi tightly in place as the volunteer pulled on his hand with increasing force. Kristi's swollen pussy lips hugged the diameter of his fist, slowly flowering outward to allow his closed fist to exit. She groaned and closed her eyes tightly as her pussy lips were. She almost let out a scream but choked it back with the palm of her hand. It was unbelievable! She started to shake uncontrollably, then bit down hard on her hand to keep from crying out. She was shaking too hard to close the door and just stood there helplessly trying to regain her composure. What should she do? She knew it would do no good for her to attempt to intervene. And then she might get raped as well. Or worse! He might kill them both.But at the same time she couldn't seem to tear. The horse heard me and veered in our direction.By now, it was getting too dark to chance going farther, so we stopped and made camp. Again, Swift Rat fixed supper, and I cared for the animals. The extra horse was no problem, and she seemed to be glad to be among friends. We went to sleep early with the intention of trying to find the dog and Martin (in that order) the next day.When we woke up, we joyously greeted the new dog. He had joined us during the night, so Swift Rat and I were ready to. Well, the alternative is a burst of fire into the mine entrance. It's the classic "spray and pray."Abi called out, "MIKE, ARE YA OK?" YEAH, HONEY! COME ON OVER, BUT BE CAREFUL! THERE'S AT LEAST ONE SHOOTER IN THE MINE!"In less than a minute, Abi had joined me at the well. I sprayed one more burst into the mine and changed clips. We both jumped up and ran for the entrance. Abi pressed her body against one side and I did the same on the other. We were far enough into the mine tunnel that I took a.