"I think here is fine," said Julie waving her hand at a stone bench that sat on it's own in the middle of the enclosed stone flagged courtyard like an...ancient altar. Laying face down along the length on the stone bench, Sarah could feel the warmth from the stone that had been heated by sun that was now setting and the last warm rays of the day gently caressed her ass. Julie stepped forward like a punk version of an ancient druid with a sacrifice lying prone before her, and ran her hand along. My wife was pinned up against the bedroom wall, and some Hispanic stud was fucking her from behind. Her breasts were mashed against the wall, her eyes shut tight, and her mouth open as she moaned and urged this bull to keep on fucking her. The stud that was slamming his prick into my wife was young, not more than thirty, with a deep outdoor tan that complemented his naturally olive skin. His well-muscled body was shining with sweat, and his coarse, heavy hands gripped my wife’s hips as he kept. "That one," she instructed, pointing at two boys as she struggled to staunch one girl's bleeding with her shirt. "The redhead has a pole in him but appears stable. Wrap something around him to prevent him from bleeding and check the boy in the checkered shirt." You'll be OK for a few minutes," Alex told the tousle-headed boy. "I know it hurts, but don't move and don't try to move the bar. We'll get back to you shortly. You," he told the other boy. "You seem fine. Climb out the back so we won't. ’ ‘Oh darling, mommy is going to be so good to you tonight.’ ‘Watch the bull shark ahead.’ Lee turned so suddenly she almost overturned them, not that the kayak would have rolled over in six inches of water. They were beaching on the island. ‘You’re a fucking maniac Hunter whatever your name is. I almost died of heart failure!’ ‘But you know I would have taken your body back to mommy and daddy.’ ‘Would you like to visit America?’ ‘Dunno. Anything worth looking at over there?’ Lee looked at him.