There standing over us was a tall, tanned, guy of perhaps 60. He appeared to be in pretty good shape and had a rather large cock hanging down between ...is legs. Even soft it had to be at least 8" long."Hi," he said, "I’ve been sitting on the other side of the river watching you guys and thought I’d come over and see what you’re reading." He said his name was John and pointed to a chair across the water and then looked back at us. John and I exchanged pleasantries while Anne just kind of sat. “What’s the matter?” I inquired once again. The boy stood silently in the falling snow. A moment later, he spoke. “It’s my puppy,” he sobbed, “I lost my puppy.” I immediately realized the severity of the situation. A lost puppy was a serious thing, especially in a snowstorm. After some gentle coaxing, I convinced him to get in my car. Immediately, I turned down the radio and turned up the heat. “We’ll find your puppy,” I assured him. A million thoughts ran through my head as I pulled the car. ’ Looking past him, Vanessa glanced in the direction he’d indicated. To the east, the dirt road inclined into a winding hill, and she thought she saw a large house sitting atop the hill. She groaned inwardly, as the realization set in that she was not going to make her meeting today. She would have to reschedule, and that could take weeks, maybe months. Plus, she’d have to get a sooner return flight home. This trip had been for nothing. ‘All right,’ Vanessa agreed finally. Johnny nodded.. The sting of the cut practically sent me over the edge but I held back. Playing along, I begged him to let me go and I promised I wouldn’t say anything to anyone if he would just please not hurt me. A low chuckle ticked the fine hair on the nape of my neck and he told me that he was gonna hurt me good to make him feel good and I better just shut up and take it.By this time, my hot little cunny was oozing down the inside of my legs. He yanked down the flimsy material masquerading as panties and.