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A quarter-mile behind us, Brenda's headlights answered in reverse: one short and three long blinks of acknowledgment. Message received. The ladies scrambled to the driver's side to do their business while I strolled over to the edge of the cliff on my side and pissed into thin air. The wind twisted my golden stream into a yellowish mist before it could reach the bottom. "Let's see what the kitchen team dreamed up for our meals-on-wheels," the commander said as she lifted the one-gallon thermos jug from the tool compartment at the back of reality the transport. A puff of fragrant steam danced in the breeze as our leader released the catch and rotated the lid. The prize of the pantry turned out amateur to be a gallon of hot, gravy-thick stew topped with plump dumplings and packed with cubes of rich, succulent venison seasoned in a blend of traditional spices and wild and flavorful plants. The Zen of Excellence guided almost every undertaking of the Sisterhood. Chores were opportunities to shine rather than drudgery. Computer-generated to-do lists were both random and democratic. In addition to our assigned jobs, we were also expected to give at least thirty minutes a day doing the shit no one wanted to do. The quest to excel was hard-wired into the culture of the blowjob colony. Like everyone else, Sheila took her turn mucking out the stables, mopping hallways, tending crops, or doing any of the scores of household routines which kept the community running smoothly. Rank was a measure of responsibility and had nothing to do with privilege. Do the best you can in whatever you do. No more. No less. The code was contagious. Despite myself, I kept trying to find ways to be a better assistant and a better man. Two minutes after high noon, our convoy arrived at the rally point located a few hundred feet off the State Highway. "Gather around." Sheila held her arms wide, and we joined her in a group huddle which gradually compressed into a group hug. "One last reminder, for the sake of us all, don't get involved with the cops. No fucking traffic stops." Sheila took a deep breath before Brunette continuing. "While everything we're doing will be on the sunshine side of the law, the hardware we're carrying is bound to attract attention. A group of women driving a truckload of weapons, ammo, and explosives is WTF moment. Ya’ think?" The commander scanned the eyes huddled around her. "Sisters, we live in paranoid times; if you see something, say something. Legal Big Boobs or not, we will freak them the fuck out," she paused. "Homeland Security Hardcore will be our new best friends for life," she finished as she snarled and scratched the air like an angry lioness. I choked back a snicker as my boss mimicked her favorite Walt Disney character from the Lion King. It was a Hello Kitty connection. People attach themselves to the weirdest shit. There is no accounting for taste. Two hours and thirty minutes later, Sheila was distracted by the GPS display, and she missed the tail end of the yellow traffic light. We sailed past a waiting state patrol car and through the red light at the intersection of East Colfax Avenue and Colorado Boulevard. I couldn’t wait to be clean and clean away those guys chuckling because they had not only raped me but also made me come, several times. “You a teetotaler?”, Eric smilingly asked. She squirmed from side to side, moving her bowels around my cock just enough to massage me. And that vibrator... Beth flushed once more as Susan embarrassed her again. In some way I was feeding the sword and accepting something back in return. He felt his dick Brunette twitch in his pants. I had only five minutes to make my way to the gazebo and prepare myself. “Thank you.” “Oh my God, what a fuckin’ babe!” Shaking his head in disbelief at what he’d just witnessed, he headed to the softball complex. I thought right then that maybe, just maybe Julie would be included Hardcore next time. Not one person ever complained about this, it probably produced a lot of smiles among the families around him. So I stared, the weight of my hanging jaw unrealised until my aunt blurted a laugh and said, “Your face, Mikey; God, that’s a picture.” I closed my mouth as my aunt moved in close against me, her arm pressed against mine, the heat of her Big Boobs body and the clean, smooth scent coming off her making my amateur cock thicken and grow. He seems to be a young guy in his twenties who was wearing a jeans and a shirt. And I could attempt to seduce any individual girl as many times as I wanted, with no fear of reprisal! It was even more apparent when he jumped down from his bed. My nipples ached and throbbed. You are obviously aware of my growing hard-on, as you are making a point of rubbing your groin against it as we kiss. as they stood tall in front of reality the girls. “Eve, I’m really nervous about meeting your friends…” I engineered the game so that after several more hands and many more shots of tequila, Miguel and I were down to only our boxer shorts. And that makes me pretty unique. “And I’m Logan.” AHHHHH! Did I mention Nina smells good as hell? Three exams done. “Elise! Normally, they would rip him to shreds, but his living body was a precious commodity and they couldn’t allow it to be damaged more than necessary. He did the same to her right leg. I guess boobs are teacher's thing. The zippers ripped down. Their arms hurt from being tied stretched to the top of their beds. She wrapped her fingers around my erection and resumed licking around my head and upper shaft like it was a melting soft-serve on a hot afternoon. It's not a sexual blowjob organ.” Cunt!” “Oh, is that her new thing?” Will one of you naughty girls volunteer to clean her up?” But he knew a young woman like her wouldn't be hitch hiking if there wasn't a reason so he accepted her answer at face value and said, "West it is" and he worked the large eighteen wheel monster back up to highway speed. She gently removed me from her boobs and brought my dick up to her mouth. Everyone knows the rules, who is going first?”. ‘You’ll change her back too, right?’ She was terrified for an answer.