In my bag, I had 2 pairs of play handcuffs that I had disabled the safety release on. I also had taken my Dad’s .38 pistol. I was familiar with ba...listics, but didn’t plan to kill her with it anyway, just threaten, so I wasn’t worried. I again had rags to gag her. When she went inside, I ran to the side of the house, next to the door, and threw a rock through her car windshield. I heard her come through the door and then swear when she saw her car. I stuck the gun in her ear and said in a. Again. After yesterday's wild sex, I had continued to jerk off and drink beer (and rum) until passing out. Now, as I looked at the clock, I realized I had a plane to catch in a few hours. There would no more "sexy time" today. I started packing and decided to take my souvenier sex stained panties and underwear home with me. So I threw them in my suitcase along with my porno mags and lube. When I checked out at the office, there was only the manager there. I saw no sign of Maria or Felix.. Her following breaths came in and out quick and shallow. Erik pressed his mouth against her lips in a full, holding kiss. Her mouth opened to meet his and she felt one side of her wet panties pull aside. Oh God. Erik held her and she barely felt his open kiss, her mind was on the probing cockhead now at the entrance to her wet pussy. She could feel there was no condom, only bare flesh. "Oh fuck, that's nice," their guest said in a deep voice. There was something of awe in it and her mind barely. And Kirsten’s hand on his hard cock under his shorts. So long. So thick. And such a good fuck. Kirsten smiled as she remembered their fuck last night. The four of them. Taking turns as the acid wore off and the E kicked in. Not like that shit time with K. Paul and Kirsten. Paul and Sophie. Barry and Kirsten. Barry and Sophie. And even for a few giggly awkward moments, while the boys ogled guiltily, Sophie and Kirsten. Was it fun? Maybe. But what the fuck! You’re only young once. Kicking..