She related this tale to me as one of her hottest times.She met her friend, Stephen at a service station. Where he told her he had something really sp...cial for her to watch, hinting about some real live action. They drove for around forty five minutes, finally arriving outside a standard looking house that would not have stood out anywhere in England. Rosey still had no idea what was in store for her, as they entered the house.No sooner had they arrived than Rosey had to excuse herself as she. I was going to teach her a lesson. i rang the bell, she opened the door wearing pink boyshorts and bra. she had that sexy naughty smile on her face that i love. but i didnt smile back i looked at her like she was a deer and i was a leopard ready to attack. with my hand i slammed the door shut. grab her by that long pretty hair pulled it back and started sucking on her neck and throat, my other hand was deep inside the crack of her ass, and then finger fucking her pussy. all of this while in the. I clean you up as much as possible. Reluctantly I remove the garter belt, high heels and stockings. I eventually fall asleep with a smile on my face.The next morning you awake up a little sore, scolding me for being too rough. I inform you I heard no complaining, but we may get some from our neighbors. You turn red as you make your way to bathroom. You need a shower to wash off what I missed the night before. Once both of us are showered and dressed, we hit the city for some sightseeing. You. She got down, put the chair back and then walked out of the kitchen.I have a small 3 cubic foot refrigerator in the workshop and I went over to it and got me a beer. I sat at my work bench, sipped my beer while I stared at the wall and my mind went crazy. One part of me wanted to run upstairs, grab Betsy by the hair and drag her out of the house and throw her in the street. Another part of me wanted to just flat out kill her and bury her in the back yard. A third part wanted to know why and for.