Wayne’s dead because he got stupid enough to shoot at my husband. Now shut up. You’re too fuckin’ stupid for me to listen to.”“Language, bab...,” Jay said.I’m taken aback. We’re in the middle of a robbery, there’s been gunfire exchanged, a dude is dead, and Jay is chiding me about my language. He’s right, though. I never say ‘fuck’. I heard it plenty growing up, heard it more on that project, usually followed by ‘Oops, sorry, Lena’.I must be fried.We didn’t talk much for a bit. Finally, way off. By that time we both started sweating but we didn’t want to stop. While fucking her in missionary I said ‘ride me like you rode Bhaiya in that video.’With that she pulled me down kissed me and she rotated to get on top of me. She then sat down pressing my dick with her fat ass and she got her legs below her ass on either side of me. She then got up a bit and placed my dick on her pussy. With a moan from both of us, she sat on my dick putting it fully inside her pussy. I could feel the end of. We hold each other and kiss deeply again, our hands roaming, touching, caressing, exploring. I want to take it slow but I am on fire for him, becoming wet with anticipation. Paul moves back to sit on the bed and pulls me close, burying his face in my breasts. Rubbing them, molding them with his hands, flicking my nipples with his thumbs. He holds them together and runs his tongue around my areolas, teasing me. I hold his head as I quiver, his tongue flicks over my nipples and then he sucks them. There are three of them!"Josh is a big guy. But so are all three of those rednecks in the truck. My mild mannered husband is smaller than all four of them and to the best of my knowledge he's never been in a fight in his life.Josh shut the engine off and said, "Rob, are you with me?"Rob kind of surprised me. He sighed and then replied, "Yeah. I guess."His response surprised me because he sounds somehow disappointed, not scared in the least. It seems inevitable to me that he's about to get his.