“Well done,” she said. “Bonus points for asking the barman, or can you recognise these in the dark?”“The barman," he said. “Is your... fri...nd late?”“Late as in dead?” she said, “or will be if he ever answers.”“Do you accept substitutes?”She eased back into her chair, regarding him with a cool gaze that slowly warmed into a friendly smile."Do you have a car?" she asked."I do, why do you ask?" I might have a thousand reasons I suppose," she said, inclining her head forwards and combining and. I told him again that he had to see this one as I put it in the machine. It started with my father laying naked on the bed, looking at a centerfold in Hustler magazine while slowly masturbating. He stroked his 7 inches up and down. Jeff shouted, Holly shit. Thats your Dad. I replied, Thats just the start. Wait and see. Dad is a hunk. He is 62 and weighs about 190 pounds and now I knew that he has a nice big, hard, thick cock. He is really handsome and does not look like his age of 40. The. She screamed louder. He clamped his hand across her throat and she gurgled silently. He produced a knife with his other hand. I raised my M-14 and shot the bastard before he could carve her up or fuck her. I sprinted out of the brush, not knowing if other VC were in the area. I gathered up the tattered remnants of her clothing, threw her over my shoulder and ran back into the jungle. About a hundred yards in I stopped and sat her on the ground. She was crying and shaking. She looked at me with. She hugged me close. Twirling.. around inside me. ‘Hush’ rubbing her finger down my legs... rubbing rubbing rubbing..massaging me dark deeply. Nibbling my neck. Grazing her breasts to my body. Nibbling her curvy hips as I kissed her hips pecking her vagina with licks. Pecks. Licking ..the tip of her. Massaging her vagina slowly. My skirt lifted. As she kissed my vagina softly.. stroking my curls.stroking.. finger fucking me deeper deeper harder. ‘ hush..’ as the pressure grew between my.