So medieval, wasn't it?In the final flash he was strapped to the gurney. He'd said nothing to the assembled witnesses. Mostly family of the girls he...d murdered. Not the prostitutes, of course, just the "good" girls. He still wasn't sorry for what he'd done, only that the general population didn't see what he'd done as a public service. Cleaning the streets of welfare sucking, disease spreading vermin and removing from society the gold-diggers of the world. No one had wanted him for him. She heard his belt unbuckle and his zipper. He pulled her pants down just above her knees. This was it, she knew what was about to happen. She felt his head (which she swore was almost as big around as a soda can) rub on her pussy. He eased himself in. She gasped. He then thrusted in and out slowly, but then more steadily. He brought her torso up to him, and peeled her straps down so that he could feel her up cleanly. There he was, fucking my wife while he felt her massive DD’s up bare in my. She struggled down my cock, taking every inch until her nose was touching my pelvis."Look at me," I said.She nodded as she looked at me. Her eyes were watering. Saliva was flowing from her mouth. She smirked and winked at me. I winked back."Do you mind?" I asked as I pressed my hand on the back of her head. She shook no.I pressed her head down onto my cock until she began to gag and cough, but she didn't fight. She accepted her fate. She knew she was going to gag. She knew this was about to get. All of a sudden we all came crashing down in a pile in the surf. Laney came down on top of Marcia smashing her tit into Marcia’s face; I grabbed Marcia’s tit, making it look accidental and who knows what Bob’s status was. About the time we started getting up, a wave crashed down on us and we all tumbled to the shore laughing and carrying on about Marcia sucking Laney’s tit. Marcia got pissed because she didn’t suck her tit and went and sat on the blanket pouting. Bob, Laney and I went back in.