‘I can’t believe she did that. It was my fucking gun. That fucking idiot!’ Montana spat, spit sprayed against the windshield with the force of h...s words. There was cause for caustic cursing, Mira supposed. She clasped her seat belt, removed a metal canister and her makeup mirror. ‘Don’t you fucking dare!’ Montana slapped her hands causing a white cloud to billow throughout the car, obscuring her view of the road for the slightest second. ‘It’s snowing!’ She said in a voice devoid of mirth. That. I could see this really hurt her but again she never said stop but rather please keep fucking her.Frank had no problem in fucking my wife’s ass like he had her cunt just before. Kathy seemed to move past the pain and started enjoying the banging into her fucking back door. Frank grabbed her hair again and asked how the whore liked this cock buried deep in her. Kathy turned around somewhat and smiled and told him to do what ever his cock desired. Frank grabbed her hips and fucked her as hard. I got dressed and went back to Kate's room, she had left a pile of dirty washing on her bed with the pair of pink knickers she had been wearing on the top, she then pointed the camera looking at the screen on the PC , showing her bed and the mirror of the wardrobe there perfectLet's go, we walked to the park , We passed the palace , this was our name for the public toilets, lots of men used it for meeting others, I had used the toilets there for a pee lots of times , while playing. She presented as a softly spoken all most skittish woman. But jeez, when in bull form she was one serious competitor. I’m sure she cracked several of my ribs. If she had turned her head, just a little more, she would have won. As it was, she really hurt me and in more ways than one.I’d beaten four other competitors before our fight and was wary of her by the time we got into the corral. Twenty of us were in the competition. We had to draw a number. One fought two; three fought four and so on..