The larger man deep inside her cunt began to move slowly at first, in and out. Then, without, warning, he began to pound into Eva's cunt. If not for t...e way the footstool was mounted on the floor of the truck, it would have easily moved with each thrust. The tears flowed in a steady stream down Eva's eyes as she felt her cunt being stretched and violated by the fierce pounding of the larger man. The smaller man in front of her just watch him with his hand slowing stroking his dick. Eva realized. The few pictures were of a single man I did not know so I relaxed and started to search. I stripped and changing my clothes and packed a bag. I found a small compact five millimeter pistol with a dozen spare magazines.There was also boxes of ammo and folded targets that had been shot. I put the holster on and loaded the magazines and put one into the pistol. I put it into the holster in the small of my back and put everything else in the small bag. Ten minutes and I was pulling back out and. Didn't you," she tormented. "Oh yes. Yes!" "It's the sympathy factor, you know, Arnie. You can almost feel how I felt, as I looked up at you, my eyes a little glossed over, as if seeing inside of myself where the head of your cock was moving deep inside. You wondered, how does it feel? You wondered, how does she keep from choking? Very sympathetic in a way, don't you imagine? I mean, the way you wondered how it felt, personally?" "Yes. I wondered what you thought as I plunged inside. "Jack, since the investments you made have all appreciated at a nice rate, I took it upon myself to spend a little of your money to keep your home ready for you in case you got better. If you didn't get better, it wouldn't matter. And if you did get better you would have a nice place to come home to. You got better, so there you are." If you're not a barrel of surprises." Jack looked at the well cared for home and smiled. Damn, but it felt good to have a place to come home to that was this.