.." Believe me," I said, "a shooting wasn't on my schedule for my wedding night..."An anonymous male voice in the back, muffled, said "At least not th...t kind." Puh-lease," I said. "Mixed company here. Let's watch our language."A less obvious "oops"."I didn't go down there with Johanna expecting a gunfight," I said. "But the whole incident just goes to show..." Where were you?" Carole asked.I named the bar we'd walked past."Omigod! We go there all the time!" Carole squealed."Not exactly a crime. “Oh, Mr.Uri…” she moaned as small waves of ecstasy ran through her with every thrust of his hips. “Fuck me harder, Mr.Uri...faster...harder!” Upon the request, he kept his eyes secured on hers and began to pound her cunt more vigorously. The bed began to violently shake under the exertion of his powerful humping. “Mmmmm...yeah!” Arabella shouted as his propelling dick began to stir up more ravishing waves inside her. His body moved over her like a wicked engine as his muscles flexed intensely. Now it seemed everyone was in a circle around us, guys and girls, all naked and guys getting hand jobs while watching me get fucked. Sure enough the “Bull” was on his knees between my legs and his cock was huge and thicker than anything I had seen on a man. He rubbed it in the cum dripping crack and then he pushed the head in and it began filling my pussy. I gasped and he pushed further in, now half maybe was in, or so I thought. The people were chanting, “Fuck her, fuck. "A little more than that," he suggested."At two fifty you get your trade in out of a weapon that you know a gun nut would never touch. Once they have been neglected, you never get all the pitting out. In my case I don't care resale has nothing to do with my decision, but how many like me are you going to find?" I asked."Three hundred and we can deal," he suggested."I can't believe I am going to do this with a man I have over a barrel, but two seventy five," I said."Alright but you have tax and.