With her still taking her undershirt off I undid her studded belt and pushed her head closer to mine. Her body reacted to my moves and she opened up m...re for me to use her. Her hands were racing up and down my torso, teasing me every time she got close to my tits. But I knew what I wanted to do with her.Swiftly I through her against the steel stall wall and unhooked her bra. She let me do what I wanted as she loosely undid my own belt and pulled it out of the loops, giggling the whole time. How. Pussy pulsing. I imagined taking it into my mouth, being in control. Delicious. Tingling, building excitement. Rubbing faster, harder. Taking myself right to the precipice then stopping. Holding my pussy tightly as my orgasm misfires and fades. Teasing myself. Knowing that it’ll be better next time. I’m stroking his balls. Wanking his cock, which is slippery with my saliva. “Miss, I’m going to…” he says. I take his cock into my mouth and work it. My body is vibrating as my hand buzzes between. The man was intimidating, as he could have easily killed him with his bare hands if Artie ordered him to do so. But what concerned him more was what the man represented indirectly. If he bought a gun and did away with Artie, the same shadowy figure would always be after him. He would always have to protect himself against creatures like that—not run from them exactly, but always shield and protect himself against them. And after he kills Artie, or after he kills the shadowy figure, how many. Hailey and Stacy were home chatting to each other as I went to the cottage to start packing up. I was soon joined by my cousin and her friend who was a short summers dress. Stacy sat on at the top of the bed with her legs stretched out and crossed. Hailey help passing me my clothes from my cupboard until she needed the bathroom. While she was in the bathroom I looked up towards Stacy as she was moving from the left side of the bed to the right side nearer to the windows. Her legs spread open.