He was not sure how Margarethe Catrella had known of his tribe's need, but the usual 'saucer' of milk that night, had become 'two gallons' of cream.Hi...s sending of thanksgiving to the Catrellas should have surrounded them both with a blaze of light almost too bright to view. That is, if they had the senses to be aware of it. But, on the other hand, how had she known? 'Puzzling indeed?' he thought.Once again his own daughter Lannee took front stage in his thoughts. Though her recovery would be. They locked the car and walked to the clearing, feeling the sand under their feet. Shane picked up a stick, telling Melinda it was for spider webs, and then they walked into the trees on a small path, arched over by branches just above their head.She realised how secret this place really must be, if he anticipated having to clear away spider webs, and felt a sense of comfort from his going first to clear the webs in a protective way. She smiled slightly, though her inner smile was much wider,. A male with at least a ten inch cock grabbed her hips and jammed his manhood into her shaved pussy. He fucked her quivering orgasmic body like a piston in and out for what seemed like an eternity until she felt a warm gush inside her. He pumped at least a half cup of baby potent cum into her. She looked around and no one was going to help her. Instead they were going to help themselves to her. Man after man in the line took turns fucking her tight cunt. Some blew their loads immediately while. “When you say THIS”, I cautiously asked, “what do you mean?”“Do you want the short version…” she coyly asked, “or the dirty details.”“Let’s begin with the short version,” as I shifted myself out of her soppy-wet pussy and onto my side next to her, my fingers now tracing along her tummy and along the tops of her black thigh-high stockings.“I LOVE that I have a loving husband” she answered, “who has a very thick cock” she added with a smirk, “and who is confident enough to make me comfortable.