I had my lunch and I was waiting for my friends who were having theirs. I was standing below and open staircase and accidentally lifted my head to see...which I never wanted to see. I saw Alisha right above me with her feet wide apart and whose pussy lips could be seen. She wasn’t wearing anything. I was sweating watching the scenario and I didn’t wanna turn my eye away from it. Meanwhile, my friends came back and I had to leave but the imprint was still very strong in my head. Another such. People can change. I know I've changed." There was something nagging at me and it surfaced then. It was very unlike Denis to give out that kind of information, even if she was a trusted family friend."I'm surprised that Denis told you as much as he did. That isn't normal for him. There must be a reason."She didn't waste any time replying. "I was with the RCMP for ten years. I was assigned to the internal security detail in Montreal, then Ottawa. I got to know more about Denis's job then. We. Her tight asshole bleeding, tearing as each punishing thrust liftsher off her heels, her pussy filled, raw as the men fuck her furiously, sandwichingher cruelly. Her skirt hangs in tatters, the fine linen shredded awayto give easier access. Her delicate lace thong hangs desolately fromone trembling leg, rough hands clawing, mauling her breasts, both uncoverednow. One small hand, nails broken, bleeding, pawing at the steamed upplexiglass , struggling to maintain her balance while the other. She didn't really put it down into my nest of pubic curls, but she carefully applied a line down the length of my cock, from head to base, and then onto my scrotum and down to where the flexible flesh met the smooth bit leading to my anus. Clearly, she was exploiting the opportunity to get in a good feel and examine the anatomy carefully."It kind of shakes," she uttered in a low voice, to no one in particular."What do you mean?" asked Lissa."Like ... like when you read in a story, and they say.