The two remaining bandits had two choices: they could run away or they could hope to draw me in close enough to be shot. For some stupid reason, they ...id not try to run away. I had plenty of ammunition, and I was in no hurry, so I just stayed where I was and took my time waiting for a reasonable target to show itself.Every once in a while, one of the bandits would try to shoot at me. I guess that, like they say, "hope springs eternal." Nevertheless, I was not about to give either one of them a. ‘You can’t be fuckin’ serious!’ I almost yelled. ‘Cash or nothing’ the man said. Fuck! I didn’t reply, and he snatched the smokes from my hand. ‘Wait! Wait!’ I stammered, but he remained noncompliant. I was about to turn around and leave before I heard a strong voice resound behind me: ‘I’ll pay for her’ it said. Turning around, I saw a lean, muscular black man. Fuck, he was hot- chiseled body, tall in stature, firm jaw, a bit of stubble, everything a girl could want. And he was going to pay. I lifted her to her feet, took her into the shower, and cleaned her, paying careful attention to her heavily used cunt as I helped soap and rinse her body. Cum from the repeated fucks continued to drain from her for a while, but some careful flushing of her vagina finally cleaned her of our accumulated sperm.My young daughter-in-law was one tired and thoroughly fucked woman, but hadn't yet really said anything to me. All I'd really heard from her, once the sex began, was her moans of pleasure. "Well,.." he started to rub his hands, he does it everytime when he is excited or gets reprimand for doing other things he is not supose to (like collecting my fallen down underwear), from his father."As you moved in our house, it started to itching, like it did never before" he said. He is like a young boy who has so childlike gestic and that makes him such a nice and harmless but still very naive. "Where it is itching you, i don´t want that you have to suffer because of me" i asked him.