I couldn’t see the man, as he must have ducked below the wall. I scanned the area but couldn’t see any other threats, and I’d also felt my medal...ion cool. Even if the man was alive, the loss of his rifle had neutralised him for now, so I was happy.I turned when Simon scream at me, “What the fuck are you doing, you stupid bitch, firing a weapon in here?”“Protecting the Prince,” I replied and scanned the area again. The Prince was in the building and Justin and the two guards had slipped off to. She continued. "The second time we fucked each other he even came out and asked me if he was better, better at fucking me. Can you believe that? He actually wanted to know if fucking was better with him. He wanted to know if he fucked me better than my own husband does, better than when you fuck me. It wasn't fair because he asked me while he was thrusting deep inside me. I even told him that. "Oh honey, I'm sorry, it felt too good, and it 'was' better. I tried not to embarrass you and tell him. He reached his rippling arm over me and reclined my seat. his breath was sweet with the aroma of women and ice cream. He slipped his hand between my legs and began massaging my pussy over my silky panties. I pulled my skirt up over my hips and around my waist. Then I slipped off my heels and tried to relax. He told me to slide up on the seat. He slid my pink-fringed panties down from under my skirt. Then he reclined his seat and he took my right leg and lifted it up over his head positioning. "Wow," I said. "You've really messed this thing up. I'm going to have to cut most of this line loose to get you back in business." "Don't bother," Betty said. "My husband went out fishing early this morning like he does every morning, so I picked up a rod and came out here to see what the big fucking deal is. Like I'm supposed to sit at the fucking campsite all day long while he's out fishing all day. And you know what? He hardly ever catches anything. He's got this big fucking boat that goes.