The idea wouldn?t go away, stubbornly bringing up images of dead, wounded, and desperately fighting men and women who all had looked to me for answers... that would save them. Answers I had managed to pull out of seeming thin air at times, but never soon enough for all of them, or to prevent more losses once I?d come up with them. There was pain over that, and guilt, but for my own shortcomings, not for having allowed a weary, grieving group of enemy civilians to escape the clutches of the NTF. He took me near a sofa and asked me to take hand support on the sofa. As I again bend with my legs parted as far as possible he again entered and put his entire tool inside in one go. It felt so nice and tight. He now started humping me like a heavy piston and also was playing with my boobs, pinching my nipples, kneading my boobs and doing everything he could in a very wild manner. After 15 mins, he started fucking my ass hole. It hurt so much, but he did not worry. He pumped and pumped for. It's salty taste flowed across my tongue renewing my desire to throat his cock as deep as I could get it. He grabbed my head in both hands and thrusted hard into my throat over and over. I thought he was going to explode in my mouth, but instead he pulled out and looked down at me, grabbing my arm to pull me over to the bed. As he turned me around facing me stomach down, I realized exactly where he was going to unleash the massive load of cum that was stirring around deep in his ball sack. He. She diligently taught her what she knew of skinning the animals. Some of the meat she cut into strips to dry. Some of it she cubed for stew. The bigger haunches she set aside to be roasted over the fire pit. The fat and brains she saved to use during the process of curing the hides. The buckskin would make a fine piece of clothing once it was scraped and the hair removed. The day passed as Samantha learned the skills Ione taught her. The younger girl balked at first, but gave in since she knew.