One part of him wondered how in the hell she had come up with that ensemble for a barbeque, the other half of him was so happy, he didn’t really giv... two shits if she’d shown up in a sack. Damn he had missed her. Katie raised one of her eyebrows but the wideness of her electric blue eyes gave her a look of uncertainty rather then hauteur. She stared at them and they stared at her. No one moved. Bishop Robison sighed heavily and approached the figure. ‘Hello you must be Lila, I’m Bishop Robison,. I think they're referred to as pencil skirts. Just then she leaned across the table to reach for the jug of milk. The material stretched pleasingly to display two extremely round and shapely ass cheeks.Check. Oh yes, very nice!My breathing was now becoming slightly laboured. Her ass was worthy of a second glance. The pronounced curvy swell of her ass cheeks was something else. They jutted out quite delightfully and were just begging to be touched and fondled. I dragged my eyes away and resumed. "It won't matter if the Feds run you back to Farmer's Grove," he suggested."Thank you for your input Mary Fucking Sunshine," I said and laughed so that only he could hear.I had pulled out the Iris Martin ID only after I was seven days out of Farmer's Grove. The only thing I used it for was checking into the Motel, which sometimes required a driver's license. The fake one would hold up for a motel, but not a traffic stop. If that happened I would use the Rose Seabold ID. Truth is nobody seemed. Little did she realize that the first attacker was only average sized, never seeing a cock before.Her attacker relished being balls deep in her ass for a moment before he started pulling out. She couldn't believe the intensity of this new feeling, like her insides were going to be pulled out with his cock. Very slowly he started to get a rhythm going. She felt her ass getting hotter as the thrusts continued–his only using a minimal amount of lube to get inside her meant that the friction of his.