Shawna was a big woman, what I mean is that she was fat, huge, with enormous sagging tits. She would dress in Adidas and nothing else. Her nails were ... good two inches long and she wore too much makeup but all that didn’t matter, she had a good heart and was a very funny person. I had sat for them back and forth during the summer and their little daughter was a good kid who seldom gave me problems. Jeff Keller was the opposite of his wife. Lean and good looking he reminded me of a jungle cat.. Her nipples were totally hard and she could feel the natural juices seeping from between her pussy lips. Pete joined Lana on the bed and he leaned over with his face in her crotch, spreading her thighs apart slightly and then he licked up and down across the wet tight slit of her smoothly shaved pussy. Lana let out a deep throaty moan as she loved how Pete licked and ate her pussy. It felt wonderful. Then, after he'd brought her to the heights of sexual arousal with his tongue and lips, Pete. A large, neon sign that just said 'open' in big red letters was blinking over the door. We went inside and on the inner door was another sign that warned that you must be twenty-one to enter and that you shouldn't enter if you were offended by nudity.We passed through the inner door and I came to a sudden stop. I had never seen anything like it. I had never imagined anything like it. I knew now what this place was. I had heard about them. It was what was known as an adult book store. Everywhere. It would be difficult to discern any other details against the rough country through which they hunted as its markings were an almost perfect camouflage. The dogs, of course, hunted more by scent than by sight, but men do not have that privilege.If our man actually arrived in time to see the 'kill' he would discover that it could take two hours to deal with the quarry, once it was cornered. The protective camouflage would first be torn off, by the hunters not by the dogs. This would reveal a.