"What are you doing?" I asked, still a bit surprised; "look you're getting water on your good clothes" I said. "Well then lets take care of that" she ...aid as she stepped away from me, pulling the shower curtain from my hand. She proceeded to unbutton and drop her shirt, revealing a thin lacy bra. Next she undid her pants and stepped out of them, showing her matching panties. She looked so sexy with the steam moving over her, her bra and panties sticking to her body. They were soaking wet and it. ”She looked to be forty (which surprised me) so I asked, “The animal I caught would have been too young to have participated in your assault 20 years ago...”She interrupted, “ ... I guess you haven’t seen the recent newspaper.”She held it out to me, I took it and there on the front page was all the information. Louise looked over my shoulder as we read. I was shocked when it said that the men had passed the victims down from father to son. The bartender and the долбо еб I caught told the police. I knew her and what it looked like when she came really hard. "Now" she groaned. "Now, give it to me now," she begged Steve, "cum now, fill me now, oh oh oh oh I need it so much!" This was unusual for her, she rarely talked much when in the heat of the moment. Those rare times it happened I knew were something special. Her eyes were squeezed shut as my friend fucked her harder and harder. He grunted. I could see him tense up and knew he was about to give her what she wanted. Three or four more. Taking the end stool, she ordered a screw driver and watched the college football game on the TV in back of the bar. Sipping her drink and casually watching the screen, she barely noticed when a man tapped her on the arm and asked her if anyone was using the empty seat next to her. Shaking her head no, she said, “Go ahead and sit down, no one’s using it.” Looking back at the game, she didn’t pay much attention when the man sat down and ordered his drink. It was only when he asked her, “Who’s.