With a moan he pulled out, spun me round, and kissed me hard. Clothes straightened he said“This is my stop, call me if you want to meet again,” an... palmed his business card into my hand. He slipped out and left me to compose myself before I went back to my seat. I’m not sure how I managed to calm my breathing, my heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out of my chest Alien style! I got back to seat on wobbly legs, I could feel his cum leaking from my swollen pussy. I squeezed my legs. It felt strange, wonderfully strange, to sit in my bed beside Julia, both of us naked, drinking tea and eating a cheese sandwich in post-coital bliss. ‘Now,’ I said. ‘I want to hear the whole story. I know about Jasmine, I practically grew up with her, but I realise now that I don’t really know you at all. For instance, I had no idea that you wanted, liked, having your gorgeous backside thrashed to within an inch of its life.’ Julia sighed, put her cup down, turned towards me, sliding down in. Big Red explained that the Crazy Riflemen was formed originally back in the late 1960's by some veterans of the Vietnam War.We would be meeting with the National President of the Crazy Riflemen Motorcycle Club, a Mr. Joseph 'Ironhorse' Harrison.Big Red explained he was the sergeant at arms for the Crazy Riflemen. Big Red's principal duty was to maintain order at club meetings, functions, and runs. He seemed to be completely loyal to the president. I guessed due to his size he must have been the. This is not the first time we've spoke to each other, we met a month earlier in the parking lot where she works.He says that she told him she and I were divorced. He tells me she is coming over for dinner and that he doesn't want to hear my lies. He hangs up. Fine. Little do they know, I know where this bastard lives.I go to the closet and grab my shotgun. I know I'm not going to kill anyone, but I do want to have the upper hand no matter what happens when I get there. The pump action shotgun.