She said let's see those pictures. And we opened the package. There were about fifty photos. Of a woman standing at the side of a small road near some...woods. She was all dressed up, very slutty. She looked to be about forty-five or even older. We continued to browse through the pics. There was one of her running along this muddy path in these shadowy growths. She looked like she was laughing. Laughing as she ran. There was a pic of her standing in a small clearing, and she was surrounded by a. Her body looked as good as I imagined it would, and I felt my rage being replaced with overwhelming passion. She desperately tried to keep her legs clamped together. "No ... please!" she begged, all the hatred gone from her face, but primal fear instantly replacing it, "Don't!" Shut up," I ordered, striking her again across the face, and pinning her wrists above her head. I moved so we were face to face, my body resting on top of hers. She had somehow managed to wipe her face of any indication. I decided to roll against him so that I would be on my back. It would either end the encounter or let me see what I was hoping more than anything in this world to see. I raised my arm as if still asleep and pushed against him, feeling his cock slide out from between my legs, he moved a bit, but was still on his side propped up on one elbow, his hand still gently stroking my hard wet slimy cock. I reached my arm behind my head as if yawing, and put my hand behind his head, pushing my fingers. A soft gasp escapes my lips, as my fingers pinch, then twist my nipples to hardness while I stare at Andrew’s crotch.When Andrew finishes with his stretches, he looks over in time to see my hand disappear under my bikini bottoms. Standing there, he reaches inside the speedo and wraps his hand around the massive shaft.With a seductive smile, I crook my finger, beckoning him to come over. Andrew hesitates for a moment, his face slowly turning red as he realizes I caught him watching. Pulling his.