By the time she reached the van her boots were caked in mud. She shot up the small flight of wooden steps into her truck and slammed the door shut, sl...ding the bolt and leaning back against it. She didn’t usually lock the door when she was home, but if she left it open it might be dangerous. He might come bursting in, and her self-control was already only hanging on by the smallest thread. She rested a hand on the edge of the cabinet and tried to control her breathing. She was breathing so hard. Right in start of main double road to F-10 a girl (Around early 20s) asks for a lift. I stopped my car and open door for her (As I always try to show courtesy toward girls) she sat there after paying SALAM. I was happy to see her as she was too much pretty. Pinkish skin and a smiling face wearing skin tight JEANS she was looking a real Barbie doll. I ask her where to go and I surprised when she spoke, she was drunk. She told me that she wana go to F-11. I said I am going to F-10/3 she said. A battle royal ensued and the outcome after a photo finish was the 25-1 by a short head, the 12-1 second and the 5-1 third. I rarely staked much but the 25p each way bets were a handsome return and the dual and treble forecast went over a hundred pounds so Inwas a happy punter whatever happened to my later bets. I walked home on cloud nine to find the house quiet as even Florence had gone out for the afternoon.i watched an old TV movie and fell asleep only waking just as Chris and Rick returned. His hand was touching me where I needed to be touched. “Put your finger in me, Honey.” A finger easily slipped into my wet vagina, and again I voiced incomprehensible sounds announcing my pleasure. I did not stop moving my hips. I was masturbating on his finger.“Oh God, yes, Honey, fuck me with your finger. Fuck me. Fuck me. I’m going to cum.”John took his finger out of my pussy. I screamed in protest, “NO, please, no.” Before I finished protesting his cruel act, John was between my legs with.