Finally she pushed the door open. It didn’t catch in the wind like before. If anything, the wind was pushing it shut. Crying out in pain fro... the icy cold, Sheila stepped out enough to lean down and collect snow in her bare hands. The wind caught the door and slammed it shut. She spun around and tried to get back. She stepped towards the shed, but it wasn’t there. Had she turned exactly around? It was pitch black in the cold night. The clouds obscured even starlight. Now she was facing. Ft 2 tall, with a thin body. But it suited her mature face full wrinkles and full lips, she also had one of those light silver mustaches that some old ladies have but very light.. Her eyes blue with a slight twinkle. Her breasts were a small C and very saggy. I asked her to get coal etc. and I would see what I could do. And as she was outside the back of the house I looked out of the window to see her leaning in the coal bunker and I could almost get a glimpse of her pussy. I would stand there. ’ She moaned into the night as his fat head pressed against her sopping wet pussy and then between her lips. She could feel his engorged head spread her tunnel as he slowly pressed it forward, pushing more and more of his massive cock into her until his thighs pressed against her black firm ass. ‘Oh yeah Fuck me!’ She cried as he started stroking in and out of her pussy. His cock plunged in and out like a piston, driving its full length into her, stopping only when his thighs slapped loudly. The printout said that my rapist was named Brad Tiev and it linked his three registered vehicles to another license, a Jane Tiev. So the big man had a wife, the possibilities were multiplying. Also, it listed his home address. I put in a request for a week’s vacation and went back to work. When my request was approved, I began step two of the plan. During that week we covertly followed the big man, either in my car or Angie’s. We learned his habits, and favorite bar, also that he loved a 1963.