She was still wearing her dress, though it was mostly bunched around her waist, so I pulled it up over her head, leaving her completely naked.I wouldn...t have said that her fortysomething body was perfect, but I had no complaints about how it looked or how it felt. My hands went back to her tits and caressed her hard nipples while my eyes were drawn to her golden bush and my cock disappearing into it. She started out sitting straight up, holding onto the seats on either side of her and leaving. She thumbed the safety off, her free hand speeding to meet her gun hand. Her body turned to one side, moving slightly to distance herself from Sarah and angling to cover the two gunmen nearest her. "Sheriff's Department!" she shouted.Trying to keep the two holdup men focused she spared a glance at the other side of the room. The lead criminal's pistol had started moving towards her. "Why doesn't the FBI guy shoot? Can't he see the guy drawing down on me?" flashed through her mind. "Its almost. The young black man thrusting behind her hand hold of her hips and was pulling back hard on them as he pounded her pussy as she came over and over again, this was where she would usually be talking filth about how she loved big black cock but she was prevented from talking at all as the other black lad was fucking her mouth just as rigorously as his friend. He had her head in both hands as he thrust his cock balls deep into her mouth and throat, her eyes were watering and drool was hanging. “Packed?”“Uh-huh. I sort of told Mom and Dad that you were my ride to the new job after graduation.”“What about those post-graduation parties and stuff?” I asked, already knowing the answer.She gave it to me. “I didn’t go to the pre-graduation parties. Why would I want to go to the ones after graduation? Oh, I know ... I could get drunk or stoned or both, end up with no panties, wondering who did what to me ... That’s gotta be fun...”“It’s not always like that,” I said.“Sometimes it is. I know.