“Holy shit!” I screamed. “That's a good sign if she screams,” Jake said. Steven had his face in my very wet pussy and I was getting ready to...explode all over his face. It looked like Britney was gonna beat me to the punch though, she was screaming really loudly. Both Steven and I looked over at them, and Britney came all over Jake's face. “Holy shit Jake, you know how to eat pussy. Paige you are a lucky woman,” Brittney said. “Thank you, although he is a sweet guy,” I replied. They kissed. Her dress was torn around the bust. She reached up and felt her breasts. They seemed so heavy and ... different.A memory flashed in her mind. She had been banging on a locked door while someone, or something, stalked her from behind. Had that just happened? Penelope shook her head and walked with unsteady feet toward the stairs. Good God, her belly and vagina felt so cold.As she climbed the stairs, Penelope tried to remember, but she had only a vague sense of what had happened that day. Had she. But he wasn't playing it now.He saw the concern on my face and made a dismissive gesture with his meaty hand. "Don't worry, no one else is, ahh, here," he said. "I had to let go of, ahh, Roger a few weeks ago." What about customers?" I asked, more worried about them than the store employee I'd only ever seen once."Don't I wish," he chuckled. "Don't, ahh, worry about it, we're all alone." He grinned and winked at me. "So, you come for another, ahh, movie? I have one I bet would knock those. With a grateful grin, he walked up to me and said, "I kin use all kinds of he'p, thank ya. Say, don't I know ya. Ain't ya Deputy Marshal Kitty Anderson? I'm Alan Harper, an' I also work fer Judge McAllister." Oh, hello, Mr. Harper. Yes, that's who I am. How did you know me?" Shoot, Ma'am. Everybody knows of the lady what kin shoot better'n any man an' drives an automobile instead of a horse. It was the automobile what tipped me off. I wasn't shore, though, cuz of yer men's clothes." Oh, that..