Anyway, their hands on her felt good.Marge was chatting with a woman when someone came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling he... against his body. She felt his hard-on and pushed back. His hands slid up her body to cup her breasts. Closing her eyes, Marge leaned her head back onto his chest, releasing a soft moan that sounded like a purr.Marge ignored the movement of her dress until she felt someone sliding against her legs. Opening her eyes and looking down, her dress. One, I jabbed in the solar plexus and Nancy caught him with a rabbit punch to his windpipe on the way down. The other man had already gotten out his pistol and was in the process of pointing it at Mrs. Quinton.I had so little time that I simply broke the wrist with the gun by using my baton. I then hit him over the heart with the end of my baton. His heart was shocked so much by the breaking ribs, etc. that it stopped beating. I flipped on the intercom to the desk and reported the incident.. ”Tegan just nodded and complied, sliding her panties down her thighs and letting them fall to her ankles. She turned and bent over the couch with her feet shoulder width apart she reached back and gripped her thighs, spreading her ass and exposing herself to Simon. She heard movement behind herself as he crouched down to give her a once over.“Ok, that’s fine.”She stood back up and turned around, crouching to pull her panties back up.“Nice and tidy, no scarring or signs of disease. A bit of bush. But then the next extraordinary feature of this singular man changed her life, as it had changed the lives of the legions of women Maurice had taken before: as his cock reached orgasm, the broadening of the head of his penis and the shaking off of copious amounts of sperm inside her, sperm Maisie could feel shooting into the back of her vault, sperm that created extra lubricant which felt delicious as the edges of her new man's cock head stroked her labia and then her walls as Maurice drove.