Thinking ‘ten years? not eons?’. Nope. Nature unpleasant–sure I’ve mentioned that before. Try my hardest, but nature tries harder. Can’t den... what we are. Never compromise with excuses, never forget. So, yeah, ten years and three months. Only know that because Artie reminded me last week. Like drug addict in recovery, like drunk in program–except when I fall, others do, too. Fell today. Quiet parts of me ask ‘Why?’, louder parts ask ‘When next?’. Locked in middle is me and body of suspect in. I was extremely nervous and wanted to see her naked so i walked behind the car looking and searching for an opportunity to get even more closer. Suddenly she asked me to open the back door so she can change without anybody seeing her. I got closer opened the backdoor of the car and i literally could see her bottomless. She had a nicely partially shaved pussy, a nice line. She talked to me as I was extremely focused and recording anything I see behind my sunglasses. She took it totally natural. She cried out from the sudden pain and they all cheered. Johnno started to fuck her, slowly at first with long firm strokes then he speeded up, ramming and banging into her, lifting her off her feet so her cunt was supporting her full weight."Look at her tits go as he fucks her" someone called out and hands reached up to fondle her as her body was rocked by Johnno's thrusts until he thrust extra hard and deep into her and she felt his spunk shoot into her. When he pulled out, his spunk and her. She staggered and nearly fell as she tried to scoop up her clothes. I could feel that something was wrong, and I stopped her."Brianna, wait," I begged. "We need to clean up first."Her eyes still looked haunted, but she managed to nod as she looked at her paint-smudged body. Her look changed to one of resignation as she watched me dig through the stuff on the floor and pull out a package of paint-removal wipes. She stood and watched patiently as I dabbed the paint from her cheeks and neck. I got.