Guys like him would take a robbery like this personally, feeling like they should be able to do something about the situation. But he would never risk...her, because guys like him also didn’t ever put a woman in danger. So he had to do what the bad guy was telling him to, even though every bone in his body must be screaming that he should stop the robbery. Take down the bad guy. This was his territory and now it had been invaded and he couldn’t do anything about it because she had a gun pressed. It was obvious that he hadrecovered from Becky’s suckoff because his swollenprick made a prominent ridge down his thigh and wasmore than obvious in his pants. I could easily seethat he wore no underwear and that he was more thanready to fuck me. Either that or he had half of abaseball bat tucked in his pants. “Well?” He stood there just waiting for me to makethe move.“Sit,” I said, getting up from the chair. I quicklygot out of my dress while Uncle John’s. I can’t even begin to describe the work needed to repair his backdoor. He would depend upon a colostomy bag for the rest of his life.Paul and I asked each other the same question. We each gave the same answer: “No, I had nothing to do with it.”We had a chat with Mike, and I asked point-blank, “Mike, do you know anything about it?”“Nate, if I did, I wouldn’t say.”Of course, Beth and I were interviewed by the police, but they found no evidence that we or any of the other victims of Don were. ." Mmmmmmmmm, yes, baby, suck on those tits for momma."My hands reached around her backside to caress the wide hipped cheeks of her ass. As I cuped them with my face between her breasts licking her cleavage moist, I rolled her over onto her back and placed hewr thighs on my shoulders. I was on my knees on the floor in front of her. I knelt upright, and loosened my pants, and then I stood up and slid them off onto the flooe. My cock was stiff, and a huge bulge was visible. Her eyes stared at my.