Where are Captain Guest’s maps? We will be able to continue the dig if they still exist.”“Dammit man! You cannot think to continue this expediti...on after what has happened?” My anger was wasted on him.“I do not see why not.”“Your wife missing is one good reason. Our topography map-maker missing is another, and six members of the expedition are dead.”Crudwright waved a hand airily. “Guest and Chastity will be returned when a ransom is paid, and we can always hire more workers.”I managed to stop. . Let me count the ways I love his cock.I love it in my hand; against my skin; on the edge of my tongue; its slickness between my tits; reaming into my gaping wet pussy; deep in my throat; slapping against my lips or nipples; covered with his cum; and up my ass. Did I forget anything?Yes! I love having sex with him. He seems to come up with new ways to make me fuck crazy. To make me cum; and cum; and cum so many times it seems like forever.Julie doesn't believe half the things I tell her about. Being family, my Father invited them to live with us while things quieted down and to give them a roof over their head until my Aunt Rose could get things together.I could only see the living arrangements in our house very quickly becoming beyond difficult. Our house, sufficient in size for a family of three would be stuffed to bulging, with the three additional people.My parents owned a two story Colonial. Downstairs was a nice sized living room with the usual large screen television, a dining. Brandee was now openly tongue kissing E.J. while continuing to jerk him off, presenting the guy's manhood for her friend's inspection, while Karen fought the urge to kneel down and pay homage to the mighty phallus.Brandee started using both hands to stroke the cock, but there was still several inches of shaft and head left uncovered. "Look at that, Karen. Bet you can't use two hands on Craig."Karen shook her head, astonished that somehow the cock was actually growing larger, and tried to.