"Do you want me to use force?" he threatened."NO! Please uncle, let me go," I groveled with folded hands."Alright, I have a suggestion," he said, "You... sit on my hands and I will lower you slowly on my cock. I'll let you go the moment you say the pain has become unbearable. Okay?" Oh thank you," I said kissing him.He supported my ass with his palm and lowered me slowly on his erect cock. I felt his cock pressing my puckered hole. My back door stretched and started to open. It hurt terribly."Oh. He couldn’t believe how lucky he’d been that she gave him a second chance. ‘Your heart’s beating fast,’ Ellen commented. ‘Really?’ ‘Mm hm. What’s on your mind?’ Rich’s hand slid up to Ellen’s hair and began stroking the silky strands. ‘I was just thinking about how lucky I am,’ he trailed off. Ellen lifted her head, studied his face for a second, then frowned. ‘Hm. Don’t.’ She rested her head against his chest again, and Rich pulled the hair from her face, running his fingers through the long. I went through there. I think he'd enjoy having you as a guest for awhile." Inmate, you mean!" Will sounded abruptly alarmed."Tell you what, boy. I've been talking to the colonel this week. He says you sound like a fine, self-reliant young man. Ought to make a real name for yourself at CARVER-LANGHAM." You shit!" But Will's voice was a whisper of awe rather than a belligerent yell."Maybe." Duane didn't even scowl. "We'll see. Anyhow, Gwen and I are making a loop through Topeka and Lawrence and. Around it lay scattered crates and sacks. A Land Rover lay near the estuary, burned to a crisp, all the way down to the chassis.He suddenly felt his hopes rising and his fears subsiding. When he asked Nicole though, it was with reticence in his voice:"Is that it? Was that Andy's caravan? Out here, right next to that muddy river?" That was the one. That's the Orashi, one of Niger's streams." Come on then. Let's see whether your people are going to be here on time. I just might get my hands on.