"Come on Porter Let's roll," he said in a strong commander's voice. I had a strong suspicion that most of it was an act for me. He didn't seem like a ...ommand kind of guy. "Stop by the armory and pick up a shotgun," he demanded. I'll wait for you at the car."The shotgun was a really old Winchester Pump. It looked as though it might have been surplus from a federal prison. I have no idea why I thought that, I just did. I also drew a bandoleer of shotgun shells."Put it in the trunk and lets go,". She opened her mouth and sucked on my cock while I played with her tits. I told her to bend her knees and spread her legs. My guest voyeur was taking it all in. I motioned for him to come closer. My wife kept sucking my cock, unaware that she was on display.I then turned her around lengthwise in the bed, so that I could lick her pussy. I pulled on her nipples while I devoured her sweet pussy. I made her cum with my tongue on her clit in just a few moments. I then pulled out her favorite dildo. The four bank robbers had worn the usual uniform of the breed: black hat and duster. Each one had been masked, but one item struck me as very peculiar: the apparent leader had worn a bright yellow bandana as a mask. That was the first time I had ever heard of a yellow bandana, and I had never seen one. I couldn't help wondering why someone would wear so striking a piece of clothing to a robbery.The one with the yellow bandana was described as being unusually tall and had a "funny" accent. The. With that, they looked a little relieved, but still not convinced their life wasn’t over. I asked if they knew where I lived, it is about three hundred meters down the beach, they said they did. I told them to get their shit together and meet me on the back deck of my place in fifteen minutes and we would ‘discuss’ this. I used an authoritative tone of voice which I’ve heard from a principle or angry teacher many times growing up. Inside I was laughing at myself but Dan and Tim weren’t.The two.