It was grass banks near the pond so i maid here laid and came on top of her and started stroking her. within no time she unbuttoned my jeans and took ...t off. I also removed her skirt and she was just in her panty which was wet. I than took off the last part of cloth in her body. Her pussy was very pink this was the first time i saw a girl naked. I took off my under wear and she was closing her eyes thats why she was not able to see my 6′ cock. I have never experienced this much hard on in my. . and for another good fucking."We walked over to her car as she told me the reason for her to be working behind a check-out till in a NAAFI store in Catterick. I knew she was married, with a kid, when I picked her up in the pub – actually it was she who picked me up – and we had shared a quick frantic fuck against a wall. Her old man had since joined the RAF Regiment, the Rockapes, as they are known, and their depot is at Catterick. Karen was living in a hiring in Richmond, and her husband was. Trackers, with our chemically and electrically altered brains and abilities, are their attack dogs. They decide the general area some evil mind fucking bastard is operating in, point me in the right direction and snap the leash off my collar. I am patient, relentless and without conscience – they saw to that.Like a lion in the Serengeti peering at an unsuspecting wildebeest from between blades of grass, I sat in a rental car across from the middle school, watching the target.It was my fifth day. Three years ago, I had it all. I was married to a multi-millionaire philanthropist and investment banker, and I lived in a townhouse in Boston’s Back Bay. I drove a Mercedes and I went to A-list parties. I knew actors, supermodels and top businessmen. And last but not least, I had the privilege of being a pretty-faced, blonde-haired white woman in the United States of America. Then the Recession happened, and I lost everything. My husband Paul Anderson the third committed suicide. We lost our.