“You should see my little bitch. She has large double-D tits and I love to make her show them off.”I was a little startled, but I think I recovere... nicely. I looked at her nametag. “I would love to see that, Christina.” She reached down and picked up the bill and my credit card that I put on top of it. “I’ll be right back.”Hmmm. I thought she was going to say something else, but she didn’t. What did that mean? I was hoping she was going to get involved with us, but there was no hint of it.. “This is my ass isn’t it?” she let’s out another faint “yes”. “Who’s ass is it Ms. Hanes?” “It’s your ass!” “Who’s?” “Yours!” “It better be bitch! I’m going to be fucking it for a long time” “Uh huh” is all she can manage to get out as I’m almost all the way in. For whatever reason, no matter how much I thrust, I can’t seem to get much further. What’s the problem I’m wondering. Try as I may, I couldn’t get all the way in. Not that I’m complaining but the final inch or two is all that’s. He said nothing but it was obviously painful. The side of his shirt was soaked with blood. Aleja finished cutting the shirt away and found he’d used a large sanitary napkin to cover the wound and try to control the bleeding. The pad was soaked through, as was the one that he’d used without much success to cover the exit wound toward the back. He bit back a groan when she helped turn him onto his left side to get a better look at the exit wound. Fortunately when she lifted the pads she. I thought he wanted to make out there, so, I held his hand as he walked me to the change room. I said "John, we are not having sex here, plus do you have condoms?", he didnt say anything. As the door opened, 4 of his friends were sitting around chatting.He greeted them and they responded, they kept looking at me, I knew a couple of them, the rest looked a bit older, rough guys. John asked me "Ash, aren't you going to greet my friends" and I did, as I hug one of them, his hand went down my back,.