Certainly, the main street has deteriorated, more than "a bit". Three "five-and-tens", long gone; a men's shop, locally owned, also long gone—as are...its founders, whose resting places are in the cemetery Kent knew he would visit, for each of his grandparents are buried there. The movie theatre, and he remembered its name, the Bellevue, became "adult entertainment", probably long ago. Cigarette butts and other urban residue near the ticket booth, a booth no longer listing prices, but having on. The guards led Melissa out and into a small room, which featured an enclosure on the left surrounded by reinforced glass, and within it - a manned guard desk. The room ended on the opposite side with a large, incredibly heavy looking steel door, which looked more like an entrance to a bank vault with only a small, square, metal glass plate at eye level allowing to peek inside. Melissa's guards briefly flashed their badges to the man at the desk. It was a silly formality since these two guards. That was all the convincing I needed. I let her fuck me harder and faster while I held on, concentrating while my orgasm quickly approached. “Please, baby? Cum for me… I want you to cum for me soooo badly…” And that was all she wrote. “Fuckkkkk!” I cried out as I gripped her hips, thrusting as deep as I could, before unleashing a built up load of cum deep inside her womb. “Yes! That’s it! Fuckk!” She moaned out as another orgasm rocked her frame, her pussy milking the cum from my ball sack. . . That’s what all the ink is about ... Giving men something to look at...”We cut to a fast series of covers of a number of cheap and tacky looking magazines – tattoo magazines, motorcycle magazines, amateur photography magazines, reader’s wives style top shelf magazines ... Each of them with Isla’s picture, showing off her fake cleavage, her tattoos – with her legs apart. In the last image, from inside the top shelf magazine – we get the kind of view that would make her gynaecologist blush.We.