“Look what we got here. Swiss Fucking Family Robinson.”“You three don’t move.” Rod and Sarah wanted to go for their weapons but the intrude...s had themcovered.One of the mountain men walked to Rod covered by the others. He smacked him with the butt of hisgun. He hit him again knocking him almost unconscious. Quickly he tied him up to a pole.Now they turned their attention to Sarah and Bristol. Sit still where you are.They searched around the bedding looking for guns. “Well you are a well. She also knew that the pictures would be taken in my mother’s bedroom. She seemed to be in a hurry, so my jeans shorts were left lying on the dresser, where I’d set them aside, and I followed her to Mom’s room. Without any fanfare at all, she unbuttoned the blouse and shrugged it off, to reveal a white, functional bra, just like my mother’s. She didn’t undo it herself, though.Instead, she turned her back to me and said, “Unhook me, sweetie?”Like I knew how to unhook a bra.I fumbled with it for. A pout formed on her lips as she imagined a young virile man in place of her husband; his cock hard and erect, just waiting for her to lower herself upon him. When she closed her eyes she could almost feel him enter her and push his way inside her wet cunt. For a moment, Melissa shivered with excitement as she envisaged it happening. Her pussy leaked, and Melissa could feel a trickle slide down the inside of her leg.Yet, she didn’t have to imagine it at all – did she. She only had to get rid of. What does she look like? Short hair and gym shorts?” I tried to joke. My friend gestured with a glimmer in her eye, “See for yourself!” “Aaa!” I exclaimed as I turned to see a figure just outside the car door. I opened it and met Ellen Tremaine face-to-face. She was definitely not what I had envisioned when I thought of a forty-year old lesbian. She had an angled jawline and intense, grey eyes that were further illuminated by her long, dark blond hair. There was no question that she was.