“Connie ... back to the house ... NOW!” I said.We started to run ... the van sped up.I heard the gate at the drive crunch.“Can you shoot?”Conn...e said, “Yes.”“Will you shoot?”She hesitated, “Umh.”“Never mind,” I said. I popped open a shelf drawer and took out Hairy’s Smith. Ever since his 1911 had jammed, Hairy had converted to wheel guns. “Behind the door is a rifle, the magazine is in it. Get it please.”It’s a good quarter mile of bad road, is our drive. I’ve been meaning to get some gravel. " We make our way into the bedroom where my floor & bed are lined with white rose petals; no words were exchanged as I laid on the bed. Body still damp from the bath, she starts to massage my back with vanilla scented oil, down my spine until she reaches my spot of joy, my juicy lips waiting for her to explore. She slips her fingers inside as I let out a slight moan, she tells me "baby hold on, I'm about to take you into the zone…"As I let out a slight moan secretly telling her not to stop, but. Annie yelped and shouted. “You tore my thong!”“It was in the way,” Will replied just as he pressed his tongue against her asshole. He knew how much she loved having her ass played with. She was one of the few women he had ever met that preferred rough anal sex. He was always willing to accommodate her.Annie moaned at the touch of his tongue on her opening. She felt him lick all around it before pushing the tip of his tongue into the opening. She was always so tight he could never get more than. "Hey! I need that!" Simon looked up, startled and more than a little annoyed but frightened a bit by the old man's action."Then tell me what state we're in!" Uh, California."This guy was weird, and now Simon wondered just why he had chosen to come into a shop called Spells'R'Us looking for a refill for his pen anyway. It hadn't looked like a stationery shop from the outside, and looked even less so from the inside."It's not," said the strange old man. "California, huh? Damn, highway robbery, I.