She was the manager of the coffee joint and would have to chase us kids out when ever she got irrtated with our long stays over single cups of coffee... taking up lots of table space in the trendy french quarter cafe. "Dyke." one of the gutter punk guys would snicker. And Irene would stare them down and order them out with her booming voice. One time during a awful drunken night during Mardi gras, I saw Irene beat the snot out of a silly redneck from Idaho, I never knew what he did to offend. When we finished, I said to her would she like me to arrange our fantasy evening? I knew that one of my mates, Mark, had always fancied Teresa as he was always making complimentary remarks about her and I was sure he would love to fuck her. After a few moments thinking she agreed but only if we took things slowly and she felt comfortable with what was happening.To cut a long story short, Mark eagerly agreed and so we arranged to meet in our local pub for a few drinks. As the drinks flowed, I. I got down worked on Elena’s clit with the tip of my tongue the way I knew she loved it. She wiggled and moaned with pleasure. A few minutes I felt Henrick push my shoulder and I lost balance and fell off to the side as he moved back to Elena. “Fucker” I though to myself and I moved back over to Chu. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Henrik raised up to his knees, grabbed his massive cock in his hand and moved in to press it against Elena’s wet pussy. “Gentle,” she moaned and I watch the. Plötzlich tauchte, wie aus dem nichts eine Gestalt vor ihnen auf. Kinnon warf sich zur Seite, rollte hinter einen Container. Gleichzeitig hörte er ein pfeifendes Geräusch in der Luft, ein Geschoss erwischte den Fahrer, durchschlug seine Brust und riss ihn mehrere Meter zurück. Schnell gab Kinnon mehrere Schüsse auf den Angreifer ab, doch dieser sprang mit einer schier unmenschlichen Geschwindigkeit in die Luft, über den Container hinweg und landete genau hinter ihm. Kinnon fuhr herum, ein.