She rocked up against me and matched me stroke for stroke. Her ass cheeks ground against me each time I buried myself in her, and as I looked down I ...ould see her pussy lips wrapped around my wet cock. We were in our own fuck rhythm, rocking against each other, deriving our pleasure each from the other.After a few more moments, I reached across her, grabbed a bed pillow, slipped it under her hips and pushed her down on it. I lay on her with my hard cock still buried in her cunt and started. I was very, very good with a rifle and Lucas Smith was going to find out tonight.At nine-thirty I was in position, ready. Through the scope, I could observe the parking lot and the cemetery. I waited. I couldn’t shake the picture of her. It haunted me and blamed me mercilessly. I’d brought it down on her and I couldn’t forgive myself.Time passed slowly and painfully. Darkness fell. At ten-thirty, headlights appeared. I tracked the black Suburban. It parked, engine running. Headlights winked. Your nipples stand at attention, but I ignore them for now. I take a breast in each hand feeling the softness, the size. I love them. I carefully massage your breasts avoiding the nipples at all costs. Your eyes are open, but you are in a different world. You have never known such erotica. I slowly continue to massage your breasts and lean in and lightly give your nipple a flick with my tongue. I move from the right to the left and flick your other nipple. They are hard as pebbles, lower my. Helen was simply unable to cope with the situation and just placed her hands over her face and fled from the room in tears. "You little snot nosed son of a bitch," Fred yelled as he flung the sticky magazine onto Heath's chest. "This is the thanks your mother and I get for giving you everything. You filthy pervert! What do you think your mother thinks of you now? This smut... in our house... after getting detention on the second day of school! Your ass is grass, boy! Clean this filth.