“Kari, look at dis,” she said, pointing to the old article. Yellowed with age, the article describe a killing at the house. The same house that I ...as set to buy. Happening in the late 1800’s, a prominent businessman’s son was killed in a duel over a local lady’s hand. It seemed that the son was seeing this woman behind her fiancee’s back, and when he learned of it, he challenged the younger man. According to the authorities, the jilted man, who was known as Beau Johnson, rigged the duel. He had. Those watching clapped and cheered. Steve brought over another beer for us and with me still breathing heavy and soaking wet the guys started chanting “fuck her, fuck her”. So Harry pulled me forward and asked me to unzip his pants. I did and pulled out his rock hard cock, kissed it and guided it in my juicy wet pussy. He started with slow thrusts but picked up speed when the gals joined in with the guys in saying “fuck her, fuck her”. By now I was lost in pleasure and wanting to show these. It was hard for me to smile back."Moose, the AG said he plans to file charges on all these counts of murder. The procedure could drag out for quite some time. I'm sorry, but he also said I would be forced to testify."Moose just grinned at me. "Stupid asses! I'm already going to be put to death. What the fuck do they want? More name recognition and pats on the back for doing jack shit. Don't worry Joe, you won't have to testify." You don't understand. I don't have a choice. They are going to. My clitty started to twitch and my heart pound recalling the large jar of anal lube. So what of you gals while I entertain, do you also have your way with me also? A firm no landed hard then I was told the balance of the girls meet together at the last weeks home. They spoke not another words other then to have fun before they all left. I laid there with dried saliva all over my body and crazy amounts of cum the same coating my pussy. It was then I could hear voices again but those were.