"She suddenly went very still, and her face sobered."It's not John ... is it? He isn't having..." An affair?" Claire finished the sentence for her, bu... kept it as a question with her tone."Claire?" Cindy's voice was soft. Gone was all trace of jocularity. "Baby?" When Claire didn't respond, she asked again. "Is he cheating on you?"What had been the wonderful, rich taste of cheese in her mouth seemed to turn to ashes as she prepared to answer."No," she said, listlessly. "It's the other way. “Looks like this rain is in for a while, pull up a bale” Poor Jenny, she was soaked through, skirt, tights and jacket all dripping wet. I pulled a hay bale over closer to the one I was using, and she sat down, she’d taken off her jacket and hung it on a nail to let it drip, her sweater was wet too, i could see where the rain had found it’s way through her coat, I could also see her nipples poking through,nice and proud,well she would be cold after the soaking she’d just had,still they. With my rod…she was so happy with pleasure moaning …rub it …fuck fuck …fuck ahhhhhaaaa ahhhhhaaa….Me: I am entering slut …give me access.Pavi: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhha ohh god it’s huge…paining ….paining baby….ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ahaaaaaaaa…fuck it ….goes inside …..enters slowly …baby put more lube ….I got it for your monster dick….ahhhhhha fuck me fuck me, baby…Me: Fucking you ..going deep …hard strokes ….take it bitch …..wide your ass ….fuck fuck fuck ahhhaaa. He always grabbed us in the end and then pulled us to where he wanted us. He would turn on a light, so we could see his creepy looks. It got us so hot as we struggled. Watching a guy with a hockey mask forcing himself on you was the ultimate creepy. We struggled and squealed for him to let us go. He held us tight an felt us up. He lifted his mask some and licked our tits and pussys. He made these creepy noises I cant describe. We both got out of breath and super aroused as we lay victim to him..