On the third week things changed. I was buying drinks and shots for the whole team. It was obvious that Ashley had too much to drink, and I wasn’t a...out to let her drive home that way. Unfortunately, the bar at the courts closed before she was ready to drive home. After we left she tried to convince me that she was fine to drive home, but I knew she wasn’t, so I invited her over to my truck to blow into the breathalyzer that I keep in there. It was approaching midnight, and we all wanted to go. He stared long and hard into his killer’s face. In his killer’s eyes, he saw his family, slaughtered. He saw his life, shattered. He saw the face of everyone he’d ever loved. He recalled Jessie being taken from the room. ‘Help me.’ He recalled (he knew not how) the face of a little blonde girl who reminded him of Jessie, being hauled off in the same manner. ‘Help me.’ He recalled his mother, when Mr. Conway put the gun to her nose. ‘Oh my God!’. Her voice, shrill with fear, ripped through him.. She was scrubbing the sink and her ass was shaking. I thought of the excitement I just enjoyed with her bent over. I ask if she wanted to go back in the wash room again. She turned around and smiled at me. You liked that didnt you? I smiled and said yes. She said honey you come in the bed room and let me take care of you. In the bed room she sat on the side of the bed and ask me to remove my pants. She dropped the house dress straps and pulled below those swinging breast. I had one in each hand. His strokes were long and hard. Each one filled me fully and reached to the depths of my cunt.With every slam as he entered me his balls smacked against my ass.I could feel him getting harder and harder as he took out his frustration on me and I loved every second of it.he fucked me with wild abandon, as a man who didn't care at all except for his own pleasure. He was lost in his pounding me and I, for my part, simply opened my legs wider and grabbed tightly onto his ass.I was going fully along.