The sky was a black blend of the blazing Milky threesome Way which merged with distant lightning flashes to the north and west of our location. The unsettled atmosphere of the day had Brunette become a dark-sky festival of stars dancing to distant thunder. "Today's been a hike-and-a-half for everyone. The debriefing was hard, their testimony was awful to tell and difficult to hear, anal but necessary." The Commander's smile was grim as she turned and looked westward into the void. "We all need to recall what they can never forget." Her jaws tightened as she gripped the railing. I shook my head and wrinkled my eyebrows. Her words were without meaning. "A person can not forget or erase the memory of rape or sexual assault. It's burned into the brain like no other memory or trauma. We can forget lovers and nights of passion, but we can never un-remember being violated. It will be in our heads until the day we die." She smiled sadly and blew a smoke ring to the applause mature of an unseen army of crickets. "I know," she closed her eyes and whispered. I got it and nodded with understanding. My memories of sexual abuse were forever at the edge of my thoughts. "It's weird, blowjob but the lack of light seems to have brightened the night," I mused as I stood next to her and tried to shift the subject as I leaned against one of the porch's support beams. One of the women had crafted the hand-hewn log-pillar to appear as if was growing from the railing. Art supported the steel roof overhang and the railing of the wrap-around farmers' porch. Carved into the face of each beam were countless whimsical lizards, spiders and other creatures of the forest. Matt appeared to have understood that, so he didn’t say a thing about it either. He stroked himself. “Just like your mother” Then he get into his position, his hand blowjob on my waist. I don’t believe that she knew just anal how much of her open pussy was showing. I cried a mature bit more and shook slightly more, but after a couple more moments, I slowly placed my right palm on my pussy. “I can’t find it.” She said after a few minutes of looking in the closet. Her words brought me back to reality and I quickly wiped my mouth and tried to conceal the raging hard on in my pants. Well, Brunette we were going to see. Gotta threesome experiment and test everything. Mr’s johns was standing behind me and then she lowered a dress in front of my face. I wanted to say something more, but it seemed she had said it all and she was not losing it in a fit of sobbing like I would expect. The thought crossed my mind, thank God I had one of my really pretty ones on today. They were buttery soft but overlaid on firm muscle that resisted her grip for a moment; Trish relaxed and arched her back, offering herself for inspection. “Usually I am standing. Her moans grow more frequent and get higher in pitch and I know she's about to cum so I concentrate on that clit and flick it repeatedly until she explodes and drenches my face in her delicious juices, all the while she is moaning through the ballgag. “What I’d give to do that to a real girl.” bobbing her mouth with such hunger.