About forty-five minutes later, Darlene announced, "It won't be long now" for about the twentieth time. Darlene programmed a series of waypoints her friends had emailed her into the vehicle's satellite navigation system. We followed the dirt road through a thick pine forest until the road devolved into not much more than a poorly marked trail. The trail shrunk down to a path as we ventured above the tree line, and soon our pathway became nothing more than a series of GPS waypoints oral connected by miles of barren rock. I asked Darlene after an hour of driving ever deeper into the highland wilderness, "How long is not long?" "We should be there within the hour," Darlene said "Christ Almighty! Your friends aren't only off the grid, they're off the damn map. Do you have any idea of where we really are?" I complained. Darlene shrugged, smiled, and kept driving. An hour later, our Rav4 reached a ridge crest which afforded us with a splendid view of a long, thin U-shaped valley nestled between two towering mountain ranges. We could see a building almost lost in the distance at the far end of Nipples the vale. The structure was considerably larger than it had seemed from the ridge as we approached the dwelling. The rustic cabin looked like it was growing out of the side of the rocky slope upon closer examination. It was as much a log mansion as it was a log cabin. Solar panels covered the south facing steel roof, and a farmer's porch wrapped around three sides of the cabin. Buck Rogers meets Davy Crockett. The sun had disappeared behind the snow-capped mountains. Night and the thermometer were both falling fast by the time we rolled to a shower stop in front of the cabin. A welcoming committee doggystyle of at least two dozen women gathered on the porch erupted in shouts of joy and hand waves when Darlene emerged from the vehicle. However, the boisterous welcome turned to a frosty silence when I stepped out of the car. It was as if someone had pulled the plug on the PA system. Chapter 2 Darlene stepped around the front bumper and gave me a hug as she whispered in my ear, "Did I mention that this is an all-woman survival commune?" "You forgot to share that little detail with me. What the hell we gonna do now?" I muttered back. Darlene was like that. She tended to skimp on the details and fill the pussy eating void with trivia or useless facts. She held my hand as we broke from our embrace, and spoke to the assembled women on the porch. “I oral don’t mean to rush you or anything, but I can’t stay here all day. The majority of people were women, from leggy teens to the elderly. She continued to moan, but it sounded as if it was now less painful. He came stomping over the cell looking angry. "Please stand by." “Oh!” she said, startled to shower see him there. “What are you doing here?” he demanded. “We will see,” I replied. Mind-Control Panties This was a fantasy come to life. James Nipples turned to Kyle pussy eating and his friends. “Just yank down my panties and get to munching.” Marie let out a frustrated sigh, got up walked over to the prick and simply said: "Student Union tomorrow, 9 am, and be prepared to work." Antoine felt sweat drops start doggystyle to drip down his neck.