The Accent’s heater was just warm enough to keep the condensation off the windshield. It was certainly not enough to keep the passenger cabin warm e...ough to be comfortable.I locked the door, moved a chair in front of it, and I laid both the colt and the Taurus .22 mag on the end table. I even loaded and slid the newly purchased .12 ga Mossberg pump shotgun under the bed. It might be overkill, but nobody died from too many guns. Well nobody I knew. Cops or bad guys who tried to arrest me better. I give a small gasp and my body gives a little jerk. Her lips work their way around my neck, kissing and nibbling the skin. Her hand lifts my skirt up, squeezing and massaging my bum cheeks. Then she slides her finger along my mound, gently parts my slit, stroking my swollen bud. She leans down and takes my nipple in her mouth, slowly moving her tongue over my nipple a few times before clamping her lips on it and sucking it. She glides two fingers inside my throbbing pussy and pushes them. "I like hunters, Dan," she sighed. "I love big guns. And I couldn't help but notice the huge gun you've got hidden in your pants." Errr – ahhhhh…" he babbled."Hunters go deep in the bush – and shoot a lot – and eat what they shoot," she whispered.She cocked her head and gave him a look of no uncertain intentions."But-but – your husband…" he croaked. "He's way over on the other side of the valley, Dan. He'll never know."That wasn't true, as a matter of fact.It was Dan that didn't know.And he. “That was good?”“Oh god yes,” Christine managed to gasp out. After a few rapid breaths, she continued. “I haven’t come that hard in a very long time. You ate my pussy so well. Did you like making me come?”“I liked it,” he replied with a smile, his face glistening with her juices from nose to chin.She sat up with a groan and clamped her hands tight over her sex when another jolt of pleasure shot up her spine to snap her eyes shut and her mouth open. When the aftershock passed, she looked.
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