. what the hell did this to them and where is it now?Our fun little adventure was quickly turning from a mystery into a nightmare.Just then three loud...shots rang out. BANG, BANG-BANG.Greg flashed, “Nice shot Ed ... you got that big, ugly fucker!”Greg flashed again, “I think we may have just killed that predator. The fucking thing just jumped out of the bushes and came after us. We’re bringing it back so we can gut the thing, to see if it’s what killed these people.”Seconds later Ed and Greg. She just rubbed his dick slowly, and her marveled at how hot and wet her pussy was against his shaft. He kissed down her neck for no real reason, and she gasped quietly, squeezing his shoulders and pushing harder against his dick. He kept kissing and occasionally nibbled down her neck until he found her breasts. He gently bit one and started to suck lightly on the nipple, but she gasped weakly, “Wait…” He waited obediently, and was distracted from her breasts by the sensation of her sopping wet. My mom's room was on the second floor of the house and it was the biggest room in the house. I stepped outside and hugged my mom from behind. She leaned back and said, "Hey there. I hope you slept well. John, we need to talk."That didn't sound too well. I was hoping that she didn't regret what had happened between us because I didn't want to give up the best thing that had happened to me in a long time. I knew that she often thought about her life and her choices whenever it rained. The reason. She was horny, very horny, she thought miserably. So damn hot; she needed a man. All she had on was a sheer nightie that hugged the curves of her slim body. Jill was perfectly preserved at age thirty-nine, with the supple flesh and sumptuous figure of a younger woman. Now she hotly pressed her pussy mound against the stove, thinking of how badly she needed a long, fat cock spearing up her cunt. That was one big trouble with being divorced, she thought wryly. Randall had been a bum in a lot.