" Alan told Varick with a smile. Varick nodded those few times he remembered her getting mad had not been a good thing. Nodding his head he too didn't... envy Harman the tongue lashing his sister would give him. Varick chuckled, yes she could at that especially recently. "Any plans for further incursions into enemy territory?" Varick asked more than a little anxious to get out of the bunker for a bit. "Yes though I am afraid that this one will be far more dangerous than the last. There was a. I was crossing the big barrier by allowing him to touch me, even as he repulsed me, the thought of his hands on me excited me more, perhaps I needed to be touched now, and as Joe's fingers slid under the thong cord and eased down my smooth buttocks, I could feel the taut string ease away from my vagina, wet and slippery and when Joe's finger eased across my pussy, I shivered and let a moan escape, 'You like that dont you', he asked and answered in one go.I did not answer, I just looked forward. They made adequate curtsies. "Get this man some food, daughters. He's brought back our last ham. Come, sit," he said to me, and I set my gun aside, peeled out of my heavy coat and sat at his table. The whole cabin was only about ten feet square and the chimney was stone. Two beds sat in opposite corners, and there were two stools, a bench and two rickety chairs as well as the table, typical dirt-farmer digs.Ben Lartz poured me some hard cider that was strong enough to take the varnish off a. Crossing the fold that hid her clit, a shot of electricity coursed thru her body. She let her finger explore more. Sliding it between the lips, Fran pressed at her opening. Her pussy clenched as if it had a mind of its own. She pushed the finger inside her, exploring the walls of her vagina. Trying to go as deeply as she could, she searched for her Gspot. Damn, Ian never has a problem finding it. As she got more aroused, Fran started to fuck herself with her finger. She pushed in her middle.