Who says fate doesn't have a sense of humor? Chapter 22 sexy Rattlesnake for breakfast, lunch, and dinner is the culinary equivalent of cruel and unusual punishment. I’d about had it with rattlesnake by the end of the third meal on the first day. I skipped the midday meal and picked at supper the second day. I hated snakes as much as Seraina did by the evening of the next day. Mood affects perception. The blue funk of disappointment settling over us transformed our dark and cozy shelter amateur into a dank and dismal prison. We slept like babies and fucked like rabbits to pass the time. We talked about our lives, food, and life at Liberty Mountain in between sleeping and screwing. I fixed a batch of Lipton Tea flavored with pine needles and our last packet of sugar split between two mugs. The nicest thing I could say about my hot brew was that it didn't taste like rattlesnake. The Society of Sisters was not as isolated as I’d assumed. Weather permitting, Sheila, the leader of the mature clan, scheduled trips to Denver to resupply and do some in-person banking every three or four months. Sisters were free to pussy go ashore as often as they wanted. "Is there ever a problem of a sister going AWOL?" I took a sip and studied Seraina's face for her reaction to my question. "We're not prisoners here. Everyone is free to stay or leave as they like," she chuckled, then her eyes narrowed, MILF and she tilted her head to one side. "Well, maybe not everyone." She nodded her head toward me. "Your unexpected arrival at Liberty has the society in a tizzy. Sheila will not send you away after granting sanctuary as a point of honor, even if it bigtits was offered in error." Seraina fidgeted and played with a braid of her hair. "What's going to happen when we, or I, return to the mountain, assuming that we get out of this alive?" I rubbed the back of my neck and fingered the beaded Vietnam service necklace I wore. Seraina shook her head as she warmed her hands on the hot mug of tea. "I don't know what Sheila will do. She's in a box when it comes to you." I didn't like the image she was painting; one person's box could become another person's coffin. "What kinda box are we talking about?" I pressed Seraina for details. James gulped and took a few shaky steps toward the door. Then there was a amateur knock at my door. "Here Holly, take a pussy picture with my phone. You know why? And Jan playfully asked mature Alex, "Is your 'Mister Happy' ready for a second round, Alex?" bigtits More alarming though, James felt a MILF sexy cold presence inside his own mind. I felt so selfish for taking the radiant's hand. Each thrust was a new round of semen, painting her insides. "Now listen here! Vanessa said under her breath. “hi slut,” says the tall man. "Are you?"