"I'm looking for a gang that robs women. They beat up a lady friend of mine and stole her stuff," I told them."Yes, we have heard of a gang that likes...to do that," they told me. "They call themselves 'the coyotes' or rather 'the Coyotl'. They are made up of a number of ethnic groups; some are of Spanish or Mexican ancestry, and others are Indonesian or Malayan. They like to hurt people." Do you know where I might find them?" I asked."If you are really looking for trouble, you can usually find. “Arms up!” she commanded.Tara obediently lifted her arms straight up.“Mum! What are you doing?” I asked again – keeping my voice calm.Mum continued to ignore me as she lifted the nightie straight up and off Tara in a single move. Tara was left standing in her panties and her socks.Tara gasped and snapped her arms down, crossing them over so that she could cover each of her boobs with a hand.Angie giggled and stared – a spoonful of pancake waving half way to her mouth.Sam coughed. He stood up –. Could those two be stupid enough to take a chance on losing everything. Because if I find out Debra is fucking around on me with Ron or anybody else, she'll wish to hell she hadn't. I said, "Damn, it sounds like old Ron's got it going on, what does this gal look like?" I had a bad feeling I already knew."Aw heck" Alan said, I'd guess her to be around 5-5 or 6, I'm 5-7 and shes a little shorter than me. Long blond hair, not real big on top, but a nice ass, one of them nice little round ones.. .. and her belly ... twitching.April’s belly jerked. “OH!” she gasped before resuming her reading.Marsha stood, untied her halter and lifted her dress over her shoulders. Then she slid her briefs down her legs.“OH!” April gasped again. Her voice became choppy as she continued reading.Jennifer was still lying on her back. Marsha straddled her on all fours, cradling ... Jennifer’s head ... in her hands. “Go ahead and ... touch me, Jenny. It’s ... all right...”She felt Jennifer’s hands ... on her.