My "stop that, I can't do this" was ignored as I pushed one hand and then another away from me. I said "come on guys, this isn't right. I can't do thi..." as I pushed Harry's hand away from my right breast and he said:"Of course its right. A hot bitch like you was made for fucking."My protest was smothered when he put his mouth on mine and pinned my head against the backseat. He had one hand on my head to keep it from turning and the other had my arms pinned so I couldn't fight off Sean. Sean got. An area he didn’t know, long road, a few entrances but he never yet saw any houses. They had to be rich to live here, that’s for sure.One thing Woodie liked was the amount of trees and hedges and countryside out here, he wondered how many houses there were.He pulled into an entrance and this was the right address, he still could not see the house but it must be here somewhere. He looked at the clock, he needed to get a move on.The drive took him through a lot more woodland, he tutted as he saw. Warm afternoon sunlight flowed in from a small window above a long desk effectively cutting down the claustrophobic feeling of the small space.“Navy myself,” said Terry as he moved to take a seat in the recliner next to Hank. “No combat just a couple of tours in subs”.“Submarines are no joke” replied Hank. “Not something I could do. I need fresh air and am not that great a swimmer. Anything you can talk about?”Looking thoughtfully at Hank for a moment before he replied “I was on an attack. “Hi,” she’d said sweetly, “come in.” As I stepped into the little hallway the first thing I noticed was that Gina was looking absolutely gorgeous. She was dressed simply in a body hugging white T-shirt that showed off her lovely tanned arms – I would learn later that she spent a little time totally naked in her tanning machine each day – and was also wearing tight fitting jeans that accentuated her shapely bum. She also smelt great too. I’d felt, or rather wanted to believe, that she’d made a.