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The upper deck erupted in shouts of joy and hand waves of welcome when Seraina dismounted from the snowmobile. The boisterous display of affection slammed into a wall of silence as I climbed off the passenger seat. For the most part, the expressions on the faces of the assembled women were neutral displays of puzzlement and curiosity, as opposed to blatant hostility. A few creampie of the ladies gave me tentative waves of greeting. Sheila leaned forward, braced her gloved hands on the icy railing and studied Seraina for a moment before turning her attention to me. I now knew how a field mouse feels when looking up only to find a soaring hawk looking down. "Welcome home. Thank God you're back. We've been searching for you for a week. Do either one of you require medical treatment?" "No, we're okay. The only thing I need is mouthwash to get rid of the taste of rattlesnake," Alice shouted to the amusement of the crowd. "Glad to be back!" I exclaimed as I greeted the gals with a joyful thumbs-up of my own. Sheila returned my gesture with a slight nod and wave of her hand, a half-smile on tits her lips. "Wonderful, we'll start your debriefing session in sixty minutes. Use the time to shower and change into fresh clothes. Grab a bite to eat if you're hungry. See you in an hour." The colony's leader turned on her heel and walked into the cabin. WTF! Debriefed? That didn't sound family-friendly-fuzzy to me. In the military, a debriefing was a crap shoot a soldier faced when returning from an operation to face a bunch of Monday morning quarterbacks. With perfect hindsight, they reviewed details blowjob of your operation and assessed individual performance and mission results. When things went well, debriefings were japan a cakewalk; otherwise, the interrogation took on shades of the Spanish Inquisition as the powers above grilled you like a pork chop on asian the barbecue. As much as I hated the process, I also understood debriefings were unavoidable. Success and failures each teach important lessons, but only if we take the time to learn. Our drivers took the upwind position as they escorted Seraina and me to the second-floor shower a few doors down from the room I shared with Darlene. I couldn't blame them. We smelled worse than a blacksmith's armpit. "Dennis! Alice! Wait for us," Darlene called out as she ran forward with Alice's daughter at her side. "Mom, Dennis, welcome home!" StarShine screamed as she double hugged her mother and me before wrinkling her nose and backing away. "Christ! You smell like a wet dog." Darlene gave me a sloppy wet kiss of welcome as our small mob continued toward the shower. "Perhaps he smells like a wet wolf," Seraina laughed with a wink. "Yeah, an old soggy wolf with stinky fur." In need. Still not afraid, I let it happen, with the knowledge that being over my head was not necessarily a bad place to be... He took off his pants – he usually didn’t wear a shirt when we were alone together – and he blowjob eased his prick into my pussy. But that does still mean that you’ve never gotten your japan dick wet, huh?” Like I had mind-controlled my sister into being a cum-bucket whore, I had made Katie Banks into my slutty mommy. Steve and I worked out a rhythm. Once they graduated they worked multiple jobs for a few months to save asian money, and then piled into Bobby’s car and traveled the United States for almost six months. At tits least she wasn't captured. As I’m enjoying Dakota, I feel my other two lovers begin to enjoy each other. I licked her as those soft tits worked up and down my girl-dick. “It’s good to see you Steve. Brad answered knowingly. Did I even need college? They were bored but they amused themselves as if they were watching a porno. And Jen brought the three of us back together, more creampie for her pleasure than mine. She wore a look of almost childish glee. In fact, he was still working on it at 5 o’clock.