The cell phone was useless in most places on this accursed mountain, except for the high overlook where he now stood. It occurred to him that he'd hav...e to station another man here, near the overlook, to be in cell phone range to get Yavinsky's call. He would be in place to hear a radio call when their target moved, and would call to summon the helicopter. Damned primitive communications! This will yet blow up in our faces. I cannot be sure we can respond in time if they make a fast break for. She solved the dilemma of how to get her weekend bag into my apartment with cuffed hands by kicking the bag. It was a slow process but I could see that the excitement and danger of getting caught was turning her on something fierce! Once she was inside, I closed the door again, pulled her down to her knees and removed the ball gag from her mouth."Please!", she squeaked in that adorable little pixie voice of hers"Please what?", I asked."Please fuck me before I die. I'm so fucking turned on right. The yard looked, for lack of a better word, unkempt. The flower beds were full of color and the grass was green, but something was a little off. A little like a man dressed up in a suit and tie and with polished shoes that gleamed, but needing a haircut. Unkempt, needing a trim. Taking care of the yard had always been Martin's job, but he had been putting in so much time at work lately that he hadn't been able to keep up around the house.She finished the dishes and headed for the living room.. She sat on our living room couch next to Cherry. My mother’s pale hand grasped my girlfriend’s pale-olive tits, the difference between their two hues was just so hot. She thumbed my girlfriend’s dusky-brown nipple while licking her lips. She leaned over and engulfed Cherry’s nub.“Ooh, yes, yes, yes, Mrs. Archer,” groaned my girlfriend. “Mmm, you’re such a slut, aren’t you? We’re going to use you so much. Just like my mother.”“Everyone’s mothers,” I said, glancing to my right where a pair of my.