Pushing up with his hands he rose up, Sam kicked his ribs, then again, and again. The snapping and popping sound rang out as bones broke. Standing ove... him as he gasped for air, Sam knew he was done, the awful sucking sounds of his pain as he tried to breathe filled Sam with joy. For good measure kicked him again hard."Get the fuck out of my town," she then kicked his broken ribs again. "Be gone by midnight tonight or," she lowered the register of her voice to nearly a growl, "I'll fucking kill. .you could see her nips (no room for a bra) and her hairy pussy...You do know that a lot of men like hair, don't you? :))The baby had nursed just before I arrived so it would be several hours before he would need more nourishment. She retreated to "her room" to wait for her date. I was listening when he arrived and he was truly "thunderstruck." A lot of small talk and then she said: "Would you like to get comfortable?" He replied: "YES!" Clothes rustled and the faint sounds of kissing. Her usual outfit was a short skirt and semi-sheer blouse, but both managed to be provocatively professional. Her usual skirts were flared and pleated, with an accent belt. It suddenly struck me that her skirts looked like the way that Brooks Brothers would do a cheerleader skirt. Their fabric would not be out of place in business suiting. “Diane, you intrigue me, as I’m sure you intended, with these variations on your usual look.”Today, though, her skirt, while generally of her preferred cut,. "We did indeed - come share our wine."I knew the accent in an instant. French Canadian! I was hooked. I was quite the linguist as a high school student - fluent in French and able to hold my own quite nicely in Spanish too. I'd planned to major in both languages in college. What a cool opportunity to be with some really hot guys - and practice my skills as well! Betty didn't have to tug twice to get me to follow her into the campsite.She sat down immediately next to the tall bearded guy, which.