Anyway, her name ... wait for it ... was fucking Jane. Well not fucking Jane, just Jane actually. The plain Jane I was talking to was actually christe...ed Jane. And Jane had a secret. She was unlucky.‘You have got to be fucking shitting me, karma!’ I thought to myself. Instead of saying something witty or supportive, I just couldn’t help myself. I began laughing at the universe. When I couldn’t stop immediately, that just made me laugh harder. Jane eventually went from smiling, to frowning, to. The one that she sat down at just happened to be right next to a table with several burly looking workmen sitting at it, and Miranda was aware of more than one of them watching her, as she sat down and busied herself with her meal. She absolutely refused to make eye contact — to acknowledge them in any way shape or form, and in the end they got the message and resumed their own meals and their own conversations. It was nothing like the pleasant leisurely meal she had hoped to enjoy, but it was. He could ram his magnum up her asshole while he pumped her pussy! It wasn't really dangerous, not if he left the safety on. And it would scare the living shit out of Linda.But even as bizarre and violent as Buzz Watkins was, that idea struck him as a bit too much. At the moment. He filed it away for future consideration, for some time when he was really angry."Oh Buzz, I can't - aaaah! - can't take much more, honey," moaned Linda, grinding her ass back to meet his thrusts. "'Can't stop coming!. But I did not get you anything, I said.My gift it's just for you she said, she stood up and opens her rope she was naked, and her pussy was shaven, I shaved it for you this morning, I know you will love it.She approached me, removed her rope, and said come touch me feel the smoothness of me hairless pussy, enjoy it, I got between her legs, and started kissing this beautiful hairless pussy felling the smoothness and softness, I massaged it a bit, then licked it open her lips and kissed and.