He fell off the porch, kicking and screaming, pawing at his chest.I set the musket aside and raised my rifle just as another raider emerged with a wea...on in his hands. I think I got him in the right eye. His head jerked back; he dropped the musket, threw up his arms, twisted around and fell on his face after spraying the doorpost with blood. I put the rifle down, grabbed my musket with its bloody bayonet and ran for the house, ignoring the thrashing man and kicking aside the body in the. Gayle. I suffered from a combination of arousal, guilt, and shame. The next day, I had to run home because I had forgotten my lunch. Her car was parked in her driveway, and as I was about half way to the house, she came around the corner of her house and called, "Hello Trev...can you stop over for a minute...I need to talk to you...just come into the kitchen." I had a bad feeling about this, but did waht she asked. "Please sit down...would you like anything?", she asked. I thanked her, said no,. It was summer and her tan was terrific so her legs were spectacular without the hose anyway. When she came back, she crawled up on the stool and said that she was ready now.They noticed what she had done and were a bit taken aback when she slowly spread her legs open so the guys at the table, which was at the perfect level and only a few feet away, could see her bare, glistening pussy. She kept her pussy trimmed very short so they could actually see everything.They all just gasped. She spun. But it felt vulgar to think of sex with Fiona that way, to thrill at the sensation of the brunette lowering her panties and then straddling him in such an exposed restroom, lowering her already wet pussy onto his newly freed and entirely erect cock. She sat astride him, impaling herself on and riding him, the walls of her pussy gripping his dick like a vice due to her inability to relax. Bruising on his hips and back in the morning, he was sure of that now, and the tension of the situation.