I remembered some pictures of war machines that I had seen, and I decided to mount the gun on the ATV. I finally wound up putting it on a cross bar at... the top of the roll cage on a pintle mount. That way, Mary could fire it while standing in the passenger seat. Mary ordered breakfast from the replicator before I took it over to make my new version of the oversized shotgun. I decided to call this one the Mark 8.I drove us a little way from the creature from last night and Mary fired a couple of. When I got on my knees to suck it I realized it was thicker than a can of Red Bull and at least as long. I tried to suck it as best as I could but I have a gag reflex. He made me gag on it often, it seemed to make him harder. I was slobbering all over his cock, balls, and myself. He said something I did not hear so I stood up, he pushed me over the padded table and pushed that huge dick in my ass. I was moaning, well almost yelling, into my towel as this guy (#5) just used my hole with no. .."The voice was now joined by a gentle nudge."Leslie, honey it's 4 o'clock in the afternoon for heaven's sake wake UP." Gentleness, gone.Leslie opened one bleary eye and then the other, peering through a cloud of her own brown hair at her mother fussing about her room."Moooooooooom..." She groaned, whether at the wake up call or at the invasion of her mess though was unclear."I am leaving for dinner with the girls. Your father is asleep on the sofa. I left dinner in the fridge make sure your. It stung. Her legs tried to close but she forced herself to keep them spread as her breath rushed unevenly out of her.“Harder,” he'd said.She winced.“Please.”“Harder.”“Fuck!” Her eyes watered, her body jerking as the pain burnt through her and yet she felt her pussy flush even wetter, her wetness trickling down to her tight asshole. So wet. He’d sat on the coffee table in front of her and examined her smooth, wet pussy. She’d watched him breathlessly. Everything she was. She could hardly.