"What was that?" Tess asked red-faced. "Why didn't you let me in?" He could only think of one thing that she might believe. "I farted." Her anger sudd...nly turned to laughter. "You farted and didn't want me to smell it." She took a big whiff and moved down onto his lap. "So are we alone?" She wiggled her cute round butt on his small lump. "Uh..no my sister Summer is upstairs," he said wondering what was going on in his life. For eighteen years he had little to no sexual action and now was on. I drove to where she had said she was at and, sitting on the hood looking a little forlorn but incredibly hot in a white body suit and incredibly short shorts, was Sheila. She jumped down and greeted me with a huge hug telling me how much she appreciated this and how upset Adam would have been at her. It seems she had done this a few times and he did not like having to rescue her while he was at work, I assured her it was no problem and it would be our secret. I watched her slide into the seat. Two were holding the struggling woman's arms at the head of the bedstead while their leader knelt between her flailing legs, his turgid phallus in one hand and her white thigh in the other. She was nearly naked, what was left of her shift bunched about her middle, her small, furry muff a heaving mound between her lean thighs.I stabbed the man by the door just under his short ribs, pulled my blade loose, shot at the would-be rapist where he knelt and then leapt at the other two in the powder. Your cunt is wet, a mixture of rain and your lust. You gasp as the hard drops bounce off it. The rain hitting your naked flesh and the sight of me walking towards you, my cock swaying with every step, goads you into touching yourself. You slowly circle your clit from outside its hood. It’s heightened sensitivity telling you that it won’t take much before your back is arching, your pussy quivering, and your face is alive with electricity. You push your fingers inside. It’s warm and tight,.