Worst of all, she was getting poked all over by awkward corners. She had the revolver with its three bullets in her backpack, so she wasn’t helpless... but from the amount of noise these guys were making, they weren’t worried about their own safety.They were yanking out drawers and throwing them around, laughing at the loud banging metal. One of them took a handful of papers and lit them on fire, then began tossing on files to build up the flame. The others joined in, pulling out drawers and. But they talked anyway. About nothing; it didn't matter. They were talking to each other, and that did. It was three weeks before they met again, and then only for a couple of hours. Charlie took a room, and they just cuddled, fully dressed. They kissed and spoke of dreams of passion yet to be, and gazed at one another and whispered about "next time."A few weeks more, and "next time" came. He slowly stripped her, kissing her mouth, her secret spot, her perfect breasts and belly, caressing her. This turned into a handstand where she walked on her hands a few steps. Then quickly down on the floor with her legs spread out 180.Her legs came together and before anyone could see what she was doing got on her belly, lifted both her arms and legs and grabbed her ankles with her hands, and pulled her feet until they touched her head. [Extreme version of the Bow Pose.] She rocked back and forth a bit and stood. She kicked one leg high and caught it with her hand pulling her foot over her head.. "Gooood." His fingers lightly touched my clit, and I shuddered with a small orgasm. It didn't take much, considering. "Now you are ready for me."I could feel his cock, at the lips of my pussy. His cock was hard and unyielding, unlike the skin of his face. That was good. I spread my legs as wide as I could and he thrust fully into me. I cried out in release as he slid into me with another small orgasm.He leaned over me then, on hand on the altar, and the other on my left breast. He began sliding.