My shoes, they weren't called stilettos for nothing. I kicked,making sure to hit heel first.The man howled. Anyone would have, with an inch of sharp h...el sunk intohis groin. He tried to stomp on me, but I rolled under the tea table.Before I could crawl away, a strong hand clasped my ankle. I struggledand kicked, but the strong man easily pulled me out from my cover. Hegrabbed the front of my dress, lifted me up and mashed me on the floor.The slam was a hot burst of agony.Breath left my lungs. ..catch it........catch.......IT!" He yelled pleasurably.Even I could see that much. Shelly just managed to retrieve her husbands prick from my wife's cunt as it began to spew a geyser full of white hot cum cream into the air, most of which missed Shelly's mouth initially, and splattered along the side of my wife's face instead. Something that she rarely if ever did for me. It wasn't her "thing" to do as she once called it. And though my wife was great at giving head, she'd only allowed me to. .. and I could no more stop it now, than I could back then. Watching the two kids progress from simple feeling-up to oral sex to actual vaginal intercourse to anal sex and other things even further out had been a constant thrill over the years. In the last few years, watching them go even further, as first Bobby then Judy reached puberty was more than just exciting, it was thrilling, exciting, electrifying, provocative, exhilarating, and just plain erotic as Hell. That my two kids were now. .”Just as we had turned the corner and were out of sight of the library, She turned to me and whispered excitedly,“I told you the library would be inspiration! My first victim shall be her, then we can visit the place again and be as distracting as we want”Eventually, some time after everyone else had left, the librarian finally came out, locked the door and walked on home, however Miss told me not to follow her just yet. I noted the time between the last customer and her leaving the building,.