She felt his balls slapping into her as he fucked her as hard as he could. She felt his thumb, covered in saliva circling her asshole and just as she ...as getting used to it, he grabbed her hips with both his hands and started pounding her. She felt his cock grazing her clit and she felt herself start to cum. Almost sensing it, she could feel this stranger start to tense up and felt his cum fill her pussy. They both fell on the bed exhausted. As she laid there catching here breath she felt him. She had killed the horriblewoman that caused her so much pain. After a few minutes of watching thedead body pull blood on the floor she steeled herself for a long roadahead. If it wasn't Ms, Harding body spilling out blood, it wouldn't beas much fun. This was Ms, Harding's body pooling blood on the floor andthat fact made this show much more interesting. But she had betterseparate herself from that place and fast. She took a walky talky out ofher pocket in her vest and called for her ride. As. “Put those fucking hands back on the counter I yelled.”“OK OK, don’t hit me again, please Dad. Please.” Kelsey’s legs were trembling.Her ass meat was quivering. I could hear her crying, her voice shaking.That made it all the better as I let go with a full blow across the back of her ass.I ran my hand over her shaking rear end. A couple of nasty red welts were swelling up.I listened to her whimpering and then brought another blow across her butt.Kelsey was shaking like a leaf as ran my hand. Omelets, sausage and buttered toast, never mind the khaki shorts, loud Hawaiian shirts, or socks and sandals. It was spring so they must be full time residents but, summerfolk just the same.It takes a long time and a few winters to become 'local'. Some folks never get there.To a man, the locals were dressed in khaki pants, with pressed creases so sharp you could cut slices in the newspapers they were all reading. Starched button-down off white shirts with breast pocket protectors filled with.