Looking carefully, he could see she had prepared herself well. Not a trace of hair remained. Continuing, he followed her well sculpted legs until they...entered the tall leather boots. 'She will do' was his only thought. He turned his attention away from her, leaving her standing amidst her clothing. Picking up the remote, he switched the television back on, and tuned in a cable news program. 'Topping todays newscast', droned the newscaster,'heavy rains have caused minor flooding problems in the. Her breath came in ragged pants.“Tell me,” he rasped. “Say it, bitch.”“I love it…”“Be specific, you fucking whore.”“I love your cock in my ass. Please… fuck me harder.”But he didn’t. The rhythm was the same, a slow, consistent sawing deep inside, pulling almost all the way out, then sliding all the way back in.It felt like her ass was on fire. It felt like her cunt was opened wide and drooling. Shimmering drops of liquid speckled the floor between her legsEach thrust made her entire body. “I am not sure what you are doing, but my son and husband can’t stop watching you two go at it. It’s getting a little hot and heavy,” she smiled at us.I wasn’t sure what to say. She clearly didn’t want to see what she was seeing, but we were on a beach and there were bikinis and sunscreen in use everywhere around us.“What exactly do you want us to stop doing, ma’am? Having fun?” Chastity asked with a laugh. “That’s what the beach is for!” She added excitement clear in her voice.“Well I can’t. Killed when her mini-van was run off the road into a gasoline tanker. The car was taking fire from a red Honda and it was assumed the incident was gang related. Due to the intense heat, no remains have been recovered."I am sorry; Mr. Stratton there is a report of your wife's minivan being chased by gang members. It ran into a gasoline tanker. No survivors were reported."John went white and he collapsed to his knees. Tears ran down his face as he cried out in pain.Mike went over, pulled him to.