’ yes, relax angel’. Suckling me deeply as we had slow soft dark sex.’yes..’ she moaned.rolling into me in and out. Diving to my vagina suckli...g softly. As the caress of my vagina grew dark. Entering me in reverse ,circling my vagina in hot kisses. Caressing warmth.as we had soft slow dark sex. biting and caressing my nipple.layering me in fierce heat. pulling me to her for dark hot oral sex. as I kissed her vagina. Twirling...her nipple.pecking her breast.my vagina burned with the heat of her.. Stacy rides over to the trashed Port-a-potty on the ground, pulls out her phone and makes a call on her mobile phone (hey, I guess phones are working again here, how the hell did that happen?) then rides over to us on her damn horse and clues us in, "The old guy who was here was trying to defuse a bomb in the Port-a-potty accidentally triggered it."I look at Masha, she turns white and asks, "Do you mean my husband?"Stacy answers, "I guess so since the Marines are calling him Jack and he's. . ? Horror? Disgust? Arousal? I looked left and right to the two men who co-owned me, but neither said a word, they only stood and quietly listened to the conversation."Okay, let's do the hood then, young man." I felt happy that I had this choice, but I wondered just how bad it really was going to be. I jumped a bit as I felt the young man's hands clamp my pussy lips open. I looked down and saw a leather band around each of my thighs, with the simple metal, non-painful clamps biting firmly into. Sanders,’ I replied as calmly regaining my composure. I sat back down resting my feet back on my desk. ‘Are you a dick?’ she asked smiling. ‘My friends don’t think so, only my enemies. If you mean a Private Investigator the answer is yes, just like it says on the door.’ ‘Then that makes you a Private Dick and with a name like Stud you must really be something,’ she all but cooed. Her lovely buttocks rested on the only chair besides mine one leg over the other allowing a fabulous showing of her.