He stepped away from her, surveying the room.He pulled the chair from the desk over to the doorway of the open closet. He turned off the light, leavin... them in near darkness. Only dim shards of light from the streetlamps outside filtering through the blinds illuminated the room. He sat, quietly surveying his quarry partially concealed in the shadow of the closet as Courtney stared up at the ceiling, tears running silently down her face.She heard the garage door open, signaling that Dylan was. “This here creek is spring fed from up yonder and stays cool all summer but the fish really seem to like this shady spot.” , he told her as he plunked down on a rock and dangled his bare feet in the water and baited his hook. Leaning back against the aged, rough bark of one of the trees she lifted one foot to begin working the hooks and eyes loose on her shoe. In so doing she exposed the other leg up to the knee but studiously avoided Willy’s eyes as they locked on her stockinged leg. Her pits. Her pits! Her pits!!!A sweet bush of brown hair in both pits, glistening with a few beads of sweat and sending out just the faintest smell of sexy woman.It was more than I could take. I just exploded. Could hardly pull out (no condom, of course!) in time before I erupted all over her belly, her tits, just about everywhere. I bet I shot one spurt right into one of her armpits! I know for sure she had beads of cum in her brown curly hair after I finished. I fell down on top of her and. ’Thwack!‘Yes, Mrs Lonsdale, big, saggy tits. And a fat arse, Mrs Lonsdale. Don’t forget that!’‘No, Mrs Vero.’Thwack!‘Your arse needs punishment, doesn’t it, Mrs Lonsdale?’Thwack!Arghh! ‘Yes, Mrs Vero…!’‘Your cunt is soaking wet, Mrs Lonsdale – did you know that?’‘Y - Yes, Mrs Vero.’‘Of course you did. It is a naughty cunt, Mrs Lonsdale.’Her fingers were on my cunt now, stroking the lips. Oh my god – her fingers had found my clit!‘Do you like me stroking your cunt, Mrs Lonsdale?’Ohh… ‘Yes, Mrs.