Now LIFT.Will sighted down the barrel, the world beyond a shifting blur. He rolled onto his back, feeling every bone protest as it shifted and settled... But his arms somehow came up, and the dark blur came to be centered. Will blinked; his vision cleared somewhat.Randy was no longer bleeding, no longer hunched. He rolled his shoulders back, his chest broadening. "Go ahead," he growled, "see if it matters."Will pulled on the heavy trigger, and pulled, further... Something hard and fast swatted. Well better let you get to it. He smiles and sits down in his big arm chair in the living room where he has a direct view of her. Meranda turns her back and begins scrubbing down the island counter, her big breasts sway back and fourth a bit as she scrubs the filthy counter with the sponge. She can feel Pauls creepy eyes on her. Tell me sweety....are you flexible? Paul smiles.The curvy redhead turns her head a bit and looks back at the man.....Wh...why do you ask....? Meranda was a cheerleader. .."I'd toed the heels of my training shoes off my feet, my socks were gone, jeans and boxers abandoned. My tee-shirt was across the room, where I'd flung it in my haste to be naked. My aunt was spread across the sofa, a hand at her sex while she rubbed away and watched me."If we do this, Carl," she gasped, "we can't undo it. You know we've gone too far already, but this..."She paused, her hand still, fingers covering her sex."If we fuck, Carl ... It'll be i****t. You know what that means? We. " "Don´t you want to possess me?" he answered, "I don´t understand why you..." "Ohh I want to possess you. Hour by hour I want it more. And that´s why I want to watch your excitement from a distance, the trembling in exstasy. A gentle trembling ran through his body. He could not deny that the idea turned him on. How often he has fantasized during lonely business trips to do unknown women while his hand was rubbing his love rod. Wether it was a wild African woman or a hot-blooded latina he was.