Now I don't know why I suggested it but I found myself saying. "I do have a spare tent... well not spare... well not officially... well it's a tent an...way." I said lamely.The woman laughed, "Thank you, my name is Clea." She said.I blinked at her name, "Clear?" I asked.She laughed again and shook her head, "No, C-L-E-A, it's a very old name." She said.I shook her hand, "How do you do Clea, my name is Bill. I don't know how old that is!" I said with a smile."I'm pleased to meet you Bill, this is. Something you actually might have done if not for the arrival of a more annoying interruption."I want everyone of yah to get down on yah knees right now." Of course today would be the day a dangerously armed criminal and his tall, heavily muscled accomplice decides to rob a convenience store. While Everybody in the store dropped as ordered, you easily recognized the two criminals as Crook and Oxen, terrors of the neighborhood.And it so happen to be convenient that you were the only superdude. You leaned up, searching with your tongue for the tip of his rod between your breasts. You found it, tasting it for only a second before slamming your head back to the pillow. My hot shaft had found the depth of your core, plunging inside. Your hands came up to press on the sides of your breasts, holding his cock in a vise-like grip. It slipped back and forth in the warm, tight crease. As your open mouth beckoned, he released your legs, to lean forward and push his shaft into your waiting lips.. Ratchet never wore underwear, and presently his knob boldly pushed up against her portal. He looked down, watching his knob-head nudging it way between her pussy lips. ‘No more stretched out cougar cunts for me,’ he thought with delight. Then, with both her arms pinned he rapidly entered her. As she gasped, he groaned with satisfaction. ‘Yes,’ he thought, ‘now you belong to me.’ Wide-eyed, Laura evaluated a far larger knob than she had ever had inside her. Strangely, the slaps had sexually.