I then pressed my hands firmly against her, circling up and down her body, moving briefly under her shorts. As my fingers slid just under the blue fab...ic down around her hips and to the front, her whole body twitched and leapt."Not good?" No, really good," she said a bit breathless. "Sensitive there." Where? Here?" I asked running a finger along the side of her hips."No, further forward."My fingers slipped more to the front to a spot right where her legs merged with her abs, and as my fingers. I have 32 C boobs so little cleavage could be seen always and a lot sometimes.After 3 days, he started something new, he would come to my house wearing pants and shirt and he would take off his pants and will be in boxers. He says this is lot more comfortable for the climate. He would leave before before my husband came. And if he stayed till my husband came, he will change back to pants.After a week like this, I discovered that he is telling my MIL something else about going to places. O.b. a-_-s, well so I myself say as prior-military-enlisted-personnel myself, but then they themselves being of law-enforcement had got that mad-shooter finally, thank God for that, dropping his, excuse my language, &/or pardon my French, funky, & foul, stinking, stanking a-_-s like that being of a hot potatoe, but then they being of law-enforcement had recovered that being of the lethal weapon of the firearm being of which was used by the mad-shooter. like wtf?!!! you can't even be safe at a. Then all the way. Oh fuck! I'm still on my toes. Disoriented and getting fucked and sucked by so many guys I can't count. Screaming in pain but thrilled too. Dicks working their magic. More fucking. More d**gs. I feel so hot and close to passing out. Can't stand. Getting choked. I'm gagging. Moaning. I hear yelling. Several guys holding me... Carrying me somewhere. Taking the mask and handcuffs off. Some water. More beer. More weed. More everything. I feel better and relaxed, dazed, lost. ROUND.