Now I was closer I realised how pert and erect her perfect tits were, she looked about late 20s or early 30s, the perfect age, experienced but still f...t as fuck and perhaps wanting a bit more excitement. I decided to try my luck."On your own?" I asked. "I think I may be" she replied " my husband hates parties, so he's headed off home, I'm just starting to enjoy myself though. Fancy a dance?" . "sounds great" I answered. "I saw you looking at me" she said, "you know in that way that says I fancy. There was a smell of wet dirt from the spinning of tires. Lisa turned her head behind. She saw her Lyft driver struggling to keep on the dirt road as he left her standing on the porch.Lisa once again fixed her gaze on the old house before her. It was absolutely beautiful yet she couldn't shake the uneasiness it radiated."I'm either the luckiest girl from Queens... or I am about to be on the next Netflix crime documentary..." Lisa thought to herself.She still could not recall signing up for the. I slowly rose up from my kneeling and held the head of my cock to her back hole and felt her pushing back onto me, she cried out something like “Oh shit YESS!” as I pushed the head into her sweet arse and she went flat on the desk as I slowly pushed in further. Once I got past the entrance my cock seemed to slide in nicely and Sam’s groans became more moans as I started to slowly fuck her arse.We seemed to be following the scene from the movie as I built up some pace and within a minute or so I. But on the other hand, if I had not planned the frame, and been ready for it, they might have gotten away. So I was faster on the draw.Was I lucky or smart? After going back and forth of the issue I decided that I won, and that is what counted. After all, I had the Jack of Ass and the Queen of Mean chained in my private hell, on ice until I lit the fires, so I didn’t need to mention my prescience to anybody but them.The specific planning - doctors and routes - started right after Martha read an.