The third group from Rochester was finishing up their second week and would be heading back home Friday. Peterson was with them as usual. Last week mo...t of days were spent on the firing range; they had brought some new weapons with them and wanted to get proficient with them at the gun club.As big as New York State was, they were beginning to have trouble with their weapons training ranges. The anti-gun people and the environmentalists had joined together.They were challenging the permits and. She was biting her lips, staring at my cock getting harder in my pants while her feet kept rubbing it when all of a sudden we heard her husband shout cuz his team scored. I shook my head thinking why would you care about football when your wife's wet pussy is quivering for her best friends cock to calm it. Now, I had noticed that her and her husband seemed a little distant so I tried to give them time by leaving work late, doing laundry, etc. but as the conversation wore on she started to tell. “Stop it or what?” I giggled again.“Stop giggling or I’m going to have no choice but to….”“But to what?” I giggled again.“No choice but to take you upstairs to bed and fuck you!”“Mmmmm!” I giggled. “So let me get this straight? My punishment for giggling is that you’re going to fuck my cock-hungry pussy?”“Damned right!” Ted laughed. “I’m going to punish your naughty little pussy! Punish it hard, punish it deep, with my cock!”“Mmmmm!” I giggled again.“OK, young lady!” Ted laughed, taking my hand. She marveled at how he had this giant, destructive tool, yet he wielded it as expertly as a master fencer would wield his blade. Nimble, yet as subtle as a battering ram, rubbing all the good spots in her quivering mound. She couldn’t take it any more, his stong arms pinning her down, the musty sweet scent of his sweat as he worked his magic on her. His snarling pant, his strength, the essence of man, on top of her. She climaxed violently, harder than she had ever in her entire life. She bucked.