He’s no coward.’ I just wished Christie would keep her mouth shut. ‘Don’t say that.’ I told her. ‘This is my problem, let me do the blood...y talking.’ ‘Is that right?’ Angie asked. ‘Yeah, only because some one keeps moving the bloody shovel.’ The only some one that could be is Christie, I keep telling her to leave it there but she always moves it, telling me it’s untidy. Silly bitch. Then she wants me to get rid of the snakes. I keep telling her not to leave water lying around, Tiddlypoo can. "Her face went to shocked, then lustful determination. She planted her feet and placed her hands on my chest. She slowly worked her ass up and down. With each downward push, my cock slipped a little bit more into her tight cunt.I could feel her flesh give way bit by bit to my intrusion. I felt myself being pulled piece by piece into her tight, oh so tight, pussy."Daddy. My kitty feels so full, daddy. Daddy's cock is the best throne for his princess. Did it all go in, daddy?"We looked, and her. He even remembered to get a sleeping bag and pillow, that he tied to his backpack. He only asked for two bottles of vodka and a large can of instant lemonade. He also asked for a fully-loaded Swiss-Army knife.Lola’s three goons, Brutus, Cletus and Otis, were paying rapt attention to their counterparts and all opted for nearly the same items.Marcella was next.She asked for a sleeping bag and pillow, then wanted 7 cocktail dresses! She then opted for Elmer’s mode of carrying them and Ms Michelin. .. pull back and light the tinder! Everyone, retreat and scorch the earth that we leave behind us! Burn it all ... burn them all! Burn everything and burn any and all stragglers!” the call came down the line of the coastal watch.The fires soon filled the beach with smoke, heavy and oppressive, the heat so forceful that men sweated for leagues away. Everything combustible was set ablaze. No one dared to lag behind. The threat of being incinerated was more than enough to motivate them to keep up.