“If you scream I’ll cut you! If you struggle I’ll cut you!” the Stalker hissed in her ear, grinding his crotch against her firm buttocks.Miche...e looked at the reflection of the man in her kitchen window. It was the handsome man from the coffee shop. She’d figured him for a businessman stopping for coffee on the way home, who was getting a buzz out of checking out her legs and knickers before going home and screwing his vanilla suburban wife, checking Michele out to get himself aroused. ‘But. "I guess this is it, Jake."Jack, who's Jake? She wondered. Sandra tried to speak, but didn't have any strength. Why me?? she wondered the strange room grew very dark and she felt death clutch at her."A kiss before dying " she murmured in a strange voice."Well, Jake's gone" the Indian Shaman muttered to himself. He had felt a strange tugging at his soul - but fought it off - the gathered of the slain would have to work harder than that to capture this old fox!" he thought.Jake jumped - a cell. "Yes, ma'am. Uh, Chief ... er ... Johnson! ... reporting for duty. I'll take you somewhere safe." Oh thank you, Chief ... Johnson, was it? I think a solid Johnson is exactly what I need right now," she says with a giggle.I pick her up and carry her to the bedroom. We have an older house, the kind with one of the bedrooms on the main floor. Now that the kids are old enough to handle being upstairs without us, that room is ours now - giving us free rein over the whole main floor to ourselves,. Aur dheelli pad gayi ab who kahne lagi ke jan please ab aur der na lagao ab aur sahan nahi hota ab jaldi se andar dal do apna ye musal to maine der na lagate hue ek dum se apna lund uski choot me daal diya aur dhakke lagane laga woh aaahhhhhh oooohhhhhh kki aawajen nikalne lagi aur main use jor jor se chodne laga who masti me badbadane lagi oooooooohhhhhh jjjjaaaaannnnnnn aaaaaahhhhhhh oooouuuuurccchhhhh ffffuuuuccckkkkk mmmmeeeee aaaaahhhhhhh fffffuuuuuccccckkkkk mmmmeeee hhhaaaaarrrrrddddddd.