Steve suffered from neither of these disabilities. His lips melted into mine, and then our bodies followed as I grabbed him and brought him down to si...t next to me, all the while our lips were locked. I held him and wrapped my arms around him and buried my tongue deep in his mouth. His tongue reciprocated, and as our chests pressed together I could feel his heart pounding, which gave me a thrill. I was giving him pleasure, and excitement. That pleased me to no end.We made out like this for the. When the cum dump was over, the lusty men took a step back. Each and every one of them pulled out his cell phone, and began taking the absolute nastiest pictures of me, with cum streaming down my face, dripping from my nose, my chin, flowing down my chest, to drool from my hard nipples, in stretchy, pearlescent ropes. It all collected on my belly and finally, flowed like white lava across my open pussy, in the worlds biggest Creampie!Such was the fantasy that my head started. The kind you can. . ? Or, God forbid, was it possible that one of the sentries... or Link Morgan... even Mark, might have shot and... and killed him? Oh God, no... she wouldn't let herself even think of such a horror being a reality! What was it Granny Obert had said... ? "They won't catch him, stop him, shoot him... and neither will they drive him off... !" Again, Jean sighed. Somehow, the recall of the near-century old woman's words seemed to soothe her anxiety. Anyway, both Mark and Steve would be coming home. Snead.” She tried to take a peek into my house. “Unless your sculpture has moving legs and feet, I think you were trying to hide someone.” She made an attempt to brush me aside and walk into my house. She tried to invade my territory.Mrs. Benson was able to take a few steps into the house too look around. “Mrs. Swanson,” she called out. “Lindsey, are you in here?”Silence, I knew Swan wouldn’t make a peek. I told Mrs. Benson that no one was here and that she was obviously seeing things. I asked.