Neither the shooter nor the deceased was aware that a safety net had been installed just below the eighth floor level to protect some building workers... and that Ronald Opus would not have been able to complete his suicide the way he had planned.The room on the ninth floor, where the shotgun blast emanated, was occupied by an elderly man and his wife. They were arguing vigorously and he was threatening her with a shotgun! The man was so upset that when he pulled the trigger, he completely missed. When we got there and sat down, she took off her top to get some sun on her shoulders. She looked at me and said, "Do you think it would be all right if I stripped off? Do you think anyone can see in the yard?" No," I said. "You'll be fine; no one can see you." I wanted to see what she meant by stripping off and how far she would go and I didn't really care if the whole neighbourhood was looking over the back fence! I couldn't help grinning as she pulled off her jeans and sat back in her bra. What I saw made me speechless. She was wearing a very brief, semi transparent white bikini that amounted to three small, strategically located triangles of translucent fabric attached by strings and leaving nothing to the imagination. She smiled at my gawking and said, ”It’s called a “wicked weasel” and it certainly draws attention. I got it through the mail so mom wouldn’t know. If she knew I had it, she would never have let me keep it, yet alone wear it in public,. Do you like?” “What’s not. YES...YES,” she screams and orgasms. Her pussy clamping down, contracting and squeezing my big thick cock as her body is over whelmed by a massive orgasm. She realized at that moment, I was not finished with my young bitch. Her thoughts of being my bitch only added to her eagerness and her lust for me. When her orgasm subsided, another one followed behind it. I gripped her tighter as I jack hammered in and out of her. This is the kind of fucking, she never imagined ever experiencing. She.