Bob was behind and had hooked three fingers inside Becky’s pussy. He was aiming for the soft fleshy G spot. Thrusting his fingers frantically in and...out of her pussy, he positioned Becky on the sofa so the lens could capture this. Her pussy lips were swollen as the fingers thrust away at her squelching quim. Becky had placed her hands under her tits and softly massaging her newly pierced nipples. Bob continued thrusting his fingers into Becky’s cunt as she let out a glorious deep throaty. I was on my back staring at the three guys approaching me. They were unbuckling their jeans with desperate hungry haste.I brandished the Taser at them. Two of them already had their cocks out and were jerking at them urgently. They got closer."Take your clothes off you fucking dirty bitch!" one barked at me. "You know how bad you want it."The other was right beside me. I made sure he could see the Taser."Suck it, cunt," he said. His cock was distended towards me."No - " the third guy said.. Lifting the sunglasses from his eyes, he looked at the buildings that surrounded us. Where exactly is here? Were sort of in the family owned business side of the business district. Local produce, handmade stuff. Its a little bit pricier, but not by much, and… it has a certain down-to-earth charm to it that I thought you might enjoy. Instantly, I got nervous. What if this wasnt the type of shopping he wanted to do. What if hed rather be at Wal-Mart, getting everything he needed. He interrupted. Then, during one chat session, she asked if I would call her. I did. We spoke several times over a few weeks-- she lived in a city a few hours from mine-- and, eventually, decided to meet for coffee (I would be passing through her town). Both of us-- we’re in our 40s-- had aged well and were still in good shape. It was fun to see her, very relaxed and enjoyable. Then, on my way home, the phone rang. It was Marie. She told me there was something she wanted to say that she hadn't said during our.