Mud was firmly encrusted between each one of them and was smeared the length of her feet. Amidst the dirt, it was just possible to distinguish a pair ...f tattered red sandals. My first alarming thought had been blood, but I decided to settle with red sandals – blood, after all would be slightly harder to ignore. Her legs appeared to have undergone some travesty also. Her white skin was speckled with grazes and cuts, one of which had left a thin dark trail running along the contour of her ankle.. Tell me all about Tuesday. Just an outline, I have a fair idea of later." Marion bristled a little, had Guy been indiscreet? Sylvie saw the face that Marion wore and hastened to re-assure her."Guy hasn't said anything, if you're wondering. He wouldn't. He's a gentleman. I heard you and he coming up the stairs and I noticed that you didn't leave until three-thirty. I'm a very light sleeper you see. I don't imagine you were playing Scrabble all that time." Marion looked at Sylvie who looked back. ..I just walked over bent down and started rubbing his cock he reached up and started rubbing my pussy. He grabbed my arm and pulled me over to his house as soon as we walked in he roughly (and I liked it) bent me over the kitchen table pulled my pants down and shoved his huge cock into my wet pussy, I screamed as he started fucking me so hard. I begged him to let me suck his cock and after about 15 min of fucking me hard he stepped back grabbed my hair pushed me to my knees and told me to. Also, I don’t mean to ruin your night son, but the the third ring from the left over your right eye is clearly infected. You need to go get antibiotics before you go septic.”“Shut the fuck up man, I–AIIIEEEGH!” he howled in pain as the older man gave him a very gentle-poke where he’d indicated trouble.“See? Infected. Go get help, son.” he pointed towards the door, and to my relief the punk actually gave a very un-punk-like murmur of thanks and made his way out, still holding his palm over the.