She was one beautiful lady.That evening we got a call from Cindy. She was hysterical. She said Becky had been raped and was at the hospital. I rushed ...own to be with the family. When I got there everyone was a little calmer. The police were there taking statements. Of course Cindy and her husband were crying. The police said they had two suspects in custody. Charges would be filed in the morning. We then went in to see Becky. She was very distraught and crying. After she calmed down she. Picking up the brush I looked at its very short bristles and asked her what it was made from."It's made from pig bristles." She told me.I bent to my unpleasant task, first pouring hot water over the hides/furs in an effort to take care of the fleas, then scrubbing them with the soap and brush. It took me the best part of an hour and when finished, I laid the clean floor coverings out on the grass to dry. Kirsty was nowhere to be seen when I re-entered the house but I could hear noises from. Instantly she began to tense up from the pleasure and push back against my face, after a few moments of licking her body relaxed and she just moaned in pleasure, i re entered the to finger pushing them up inside her forcing her clit out more as i began to softly suck on it and i could feel her start to shiver.I continued and suddenly the door opened and the girl whos house it was spoke in a drunken slur "damn that sounds like one hell of a time" i didnt stop and just continued as Leanne said. Despite the cracks in which his dominate side bled through, he was always kind, always caring. Right now in his hormonal mind the only thing that mattered was my pleasure, not his, and I could feel this mindset take over his physical being. “O-oh yeah b-baby. Don’t s-stop.” I hissed between the impaling he gave me. My fingers dug into his skin, almost to the point of making him bleed, my legs clenched around him, locking him in place. It was rising in my body, the orgasm that was about to rock.