No wonder Bill and the others had watched with approval. I did what they liked doing to a young girl bound and gagged on a bed, her virgin pussy avai...able for hard fucking.Bill fucked his cock into her young cunt long and hard, driving his hips against her spread thighs to ram his penis in as deep as he could. He mauled her breasts with his hands and stared hungrily into her weeping face and flushed cheeks. As I had done, he raised himself up so Alastair could photograph her cunt being. He gestured across the table towards the empty seat on the other side. The stranger sat down; even close up he looked like Lancaster, the younger Lancaster, the way he’d looked in the movie “Elmer Gantry”.“Look, don’t take this the wrong way, but I have to ask, do we know each other? You know my name, but I can’t place you.”“Yes, Wilson, we know each other, in a manner of speaking.”“Well, could you give me some sort of clue, your name at least?”“Aha,” he flashed a toothy grin and shook his. There are so many odds against me but it doesn't change dealing with the feelings. I am going to attempt to describe this as clear as I can. This woman moved here in my area with her family 9 months ago. She is 42year old 5ft10 tall heterosexual curvy hourgllass shaped attractive brunette. She has very large massive breasts and she does have a big butt. She has very olive skin. Most of her outfit are satin pant and skirt suits satin coats and satin and silk blouses. She is always on high heels. You wouldn't have even HIT that SigAlert if you'd just driven directly from Palo Alto to Dawn's house, dumbass.I still haven't done the gardening. Those weeds aren't going to kill themselves.Fuck the damn weeds. What, like anyone is around to care? Besides, it's almost 10 at night and you can't see a damn thing outside. You're procrastinating.Fine, I'm procrastinating. What's anybody going to do about it?Nothing. I'm just pointing it out.What am I going to say to her anyway? I haven't spoken a.