I hand signaled Jorgie to stay alert.Slowly, I moved closer to them. In a normal voice, I said, "Knives and pistols need to be on the ground now. Then...kick them away. Who is the leader?" I am. I'm George Harris." George, except for the two lying on the street, call the rest of your team. If there is anyone alive and missing, One of the guys will die, too." He called them but received no answers. "Okay, that matches my count. Hold your hands out straight and walk toward the police station.. My knuckle brushed the smooth skin of her neck and she inhaled sharply. The strap loosened easily, and I lifted the helmet off.She was smiling. I took that to mean she didn’t mind riding pillion.“That was fun! I totally see why you like it.” Her words reinforced my conclusion.There’s nothing really special about the viewing point – just a more or less level triangle of uncultivated ground protruding into the lake. Having locked my helmet into the top-box, carrying hers which was lighter and. She took my head into her hands and said “Do not leave any marks please, I cannot explain a hickey now can I?” Then she put my head back to her breast. She started to moan while I played with her tits, and ground her hips against my cock. She felt wet through those panties. I could take no more; I pulled that black thong aside and drove my cock deep within her. “MMMMM Yes!” She said as she rode me. She reached orgasm shortly after but didn’t stop fucking me and before I knew it her second. “Woooeee!” said Dave. “Look at the fuckin’ hole on her!” Bill grinned. “You mean ‘look at the FUCKABLE hole on her’!” he corrected, and the guys laughed. Poor Mom began to weep tears of shame as the guys inspected her most intimate female parts and made more rude comments about them. Then she gasped and cried out as Bill stuck his middle finger in to her cunt and began sliding it in and out. After a while he pulled it out and held up the.