Everyone had gone, and we were alone. I knew what he was looking at, as I was exposed and defiant, he waved and I cordially returned his wave, still s...owing myself and feeling wanton.He started cutting and the smell reminded me of the day I ran naked through the fields of corn, chest high and feeling the slight sting as it whipped my small breasts from all directions, and especially hardened nipples, hardened by the cool air, and intensified by the sting of the whipping.In the distance I could. “how do you want it?” you ask, “fuck me” I almost shout back, this turns you on more as I begin to feel you rub your hot wet pussy up and down my calf muscle in time with you wanking my fucking hard cock and fucking my tight arse harder and harder you nails really hurting now which only turns me on more, “fuck me, fuck me hard you bitch” and you do, making me come again all over your hand. But you still carry on fuck my arse with that big vibrator until I finish coming. Then gently you slid. "I'm on the inside, now."Frank waited, silently, wondering where this odd conversation was going to go. He hoped the detective would say something different than what he knew was true about Béla."I brought your gun back," Mike said, holding it out by the barrel. "You should keep it loaded, in case someone tries to rob you or shoot up the place again." Thanks, Detective," Frank said, smiling and taking his beautiful .45 back and thinking, 'That's an odd statement for a police officer to make;. ” Laura grinned. “And about sex, of course…” she said more quietly.Steven glanced at her while driving down the back roads. “Yeah…?” he prodded, hoping she would elaborate.“OH yeah,” she giggled. She thought for a second, then looked at him. “Steven, have you ever fucked a girl?”Steven’s heart raced. He couldn’t believe his attractive, semi-drunk cousin was asking him about his sex life. He decided to tell the truth.“Uh… No, I mean I’ve fooled around with some, but not that.