"Nice legs. Want a lift there sweet cheeks?" Sure." I really didn't anticipate trouble. I had once had a run in with a group of Hell's Angels in the 1...50's but they were good sports about my kicking their asses and invited me to join their group."I'm Ivey," the woman who had been speaking said. "That's Jo Beth on the other Hog and Sally May riding bitch with her. Get on." I straddled the rear of the bike and put my arms around her. Pretty solid. She shifted into gear and released the clutch. Her tightness seemed to inflame him, and his dick felt swollen beyond belief as he tested the barrier. She whined at the slowness of his ministration, and he finally scrapped gentleness for a swift, harsh penetration. Her eyes widened at the sensation of her cherry being taken, moaning only in pleasure, seemingly without pain. As she took the full length of him into her, he realized that she had already worked herself into a state of high arousal, suddenly shuddering in climax, uttering a low. Already, Janet had commenced to feel those same familiar, prurient sensations tingling in her pelvic area and she tightened her crotch muscles, even crossing her legs as if to choke the growing agitation that was mounting there. And as she did these things, her eyes focused upon the screen above while sounds of beating drums became audibly clear. The dimly lighted background confused her at first, but then the dancers came into view quite readily.They were young, brown-skinned boys and girls,. Nobody home! He searched the house room by room looking through every drawer, cupboard and closet, taking photographs with a small digital camera. 'These Mustachio Pete's sat on a pile of money but lived in pokey little houses with cheap furniture' the Hitman thought to himself, 'they probably clip coupons to use at the stores'. He went to the den and went through all of Sal's documents and mail. Nothing! He booted up the computer and took a zip drive out of his carry bag. Attached to the zip.