An old hay wagon was parked just inside, littered with a few bloodied bodies of would-be trick-or-treaters. A bloody axe and rip-saw lay close by whi...le another fake victim dangled from the rafters, ready to be rendered into hamburger. Brandy continued to follow the pair through a narrow corridor of curtains to the back of the barn. There, under an old army-surplus tent, were several coffins and a couple of fresh graves dug into the earth. One coffin held a headless teenage corpse. Others. " Details?" Yes," Rada smiled.Meanwhile, George left a couple of snipers in covering positions in case the miners wanted trouble. He then took the remaining straight into their camp and right up to the prefabricated building that was clearly the 'office.' Goldsmith emerged and looked about him."What's this? What are you after?" he demanded."I thought we had an agreement, Goldsmith," George said in a voice filled with frustration and menace. "You promised not to carry out any surveying...". Suddenly his big prick slammed back into her, the hard knob of his cock pounding against her womb while his balls slapped noisily against her flesh. The wildly aroused blonde's entire body lurched from the force of his thrust, her full tits bouncing crazily beneath her.Excitedly watching her husband as he fucked his thick cock into Sherry's pussy, Babs' and Leon's horny mother was fondling Cliff's limp wet cock. The attractive brunette loved the warm texture of his cockskin as she gently. Physically, lustfully, hungrily; not with love or tenderness which had characterized her desire for Roger. Animal instincts--pure bitch heat, and he had felt the rise of jealousy spread through him. He had been rather nasty to her that night, and they had ended the evening in a bitter fight. He had thrown the way she had acted toward Cord at her then, with all the acid of a man scorned. She in turn had denied everything, swearing it was only Roger she wanted, and that he was fabricating and.