"It wasn't thatclose."I looked square at his body, his crotch was near due to my position inthe low car. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a nice t-...hirt, but noshoes. I could smell is aftershave."Sara right? Hi, my Aunt lives across the street. We saw each otherearlier this morning, and a few days back right?"I turned the car off and looked at him through my sunglasses."Yes, I'm Sara. You helped me when I dropped my keys at the schooltrack."I was blushing but intrigued. He had to know of my. I looked down at her doing this to me, erection dripping with pre-cum pointing at me, balls snitched up being smashed, I thought I was going to bust a load. She then stopped crushing my balls but kept her left hand snitching them up, trapping them. I looked at them, a little red but otherwise normal looking and vulnerable, she noticed me looking at my balls and looked me square in the eyes again literally having me by the balls, she asked me how was that testicle massage. I replied that it was. I climbed the stairs as I loaded the Remington goose gun and considered the situation. I would blast Jeff's head completely off. I felt that was a no-brainer. Again, I managed a mirthless chuckle at my mental pun. Would the trauma of her sleeping lover's brains smeared all over the bedspread and headboard be worse for Ashley than actually being shot herself? If I allowed Ashley to live, would she suffer her entire life the way I wanted her to? Or would she have her pipes cleaned by some other. I pulled up on top of her and slowly inserted my dick into her pussy. She sucked in very hard and did not exhale for a few thrusts. I kept going slowly and concentrated on getting deep inside her. She pulled me tightly on top of her and dug her fingernails into my back. I slowly increased how quickly I thrusted. I gave her two really deep thrusts and she grabbed my ass and held me tightly inside her, yelping "hold on, hold on." I could feel her orgasm and how much more wet my cock had become..