I'd never been fucked like that before. The bed shook with each thrust. Again I could only lay there and plead with her to keep fucking me."Fuck me V,...fuck meeeee ohhhhhh..." My body quaked in the throes of her copulating power. The memory of the last time Matt fucked me in his bedroom came back to me. It was nothing like this. She was completely focused on my body and giving me pleasure with the dildo. The feeling of a girls body on top of me, the sort of casual, non-self-centered a****l. ” “Did you want something else?” he said, and the tone of his voice surprised me it was almost hostile. No one was around so I walked up to him and put my hand on his crotch. “What about one more time, please, I can’t get you out of my mind, Larry.” “Are you crazy, what about Mark?” “He will never find out, please I beg you. I have to get you out of my mind and the only way I can think of is if you fuck me.” He checked the street and then took my hand. “Come on then.” He closed the door and. When I came out I sat on the sofa and Mike got me a soda . We sat on the sofa and talked for a few minutes as I drank my soda. As we talked I started to feel funny, It was like I was missing some of the conversation.I felt like someone was turning my brain on and off. I would hear a few words and then everything would go black, and then like turning on light switch I would open my eyes and Mike was sitting there still talking to me. After this happened a few times , I woke up very foggy and my. Martha recognized two of her best dresses being pressed intoservice as makeshift sacks to hold the warm, dripping meat. ???? But there was an even worse sight beforeher eyes. One of the stagecoach men, the driver she thought, was still alivebut badly hurt. He lay moaning where he fell, his wrists and ankles bound. Theother man, the shotgun guard, had obviously been killed. His head was coveredwith blood. Two of the Apache warriors moved in. His limp body was quicklystripped of all clothing..