Once they had left I joked to jack that I would love to fuck his sister, he took it on the chin and smiled. A couple minutes passed and I teased him a...ter he scored "Damn, I can't believe I’m getting beat by someone who looks like a girl" he replied "what! I don't" I then proceeded to say "Mate, you look like your sister" his eyes widened at this comment, "Do I really?" He asked, "Yeah you do!" he giggled at this and went back to playing the game.We were quiet while we played and after we'd. He walked on as instructed, and at the end of the road, he could make her out. She hadn’t bothered to park in the lot, but instead pulled off the road and halfway under a tree. She was leaning up against the old flair-side Ford she had written of. It was a red, faded by the sun, time, and weather of Missouri. No cowboy hat today. Her hair hung long, brown like fine suede. And the sun lit its outline like a halo. She wore chaps. The cowboy boots too, with spurs no less. He walked up to her and. .." I remember." That didn't explain why she was here, though. "She says she can't make the rent or something. I, uh, need to go to work." Yeah, I was sprouting feathers, big time -- I did NOT want to get into whatever fight this pair was going to have! I hurried off, wondering if I was going to have to subsidize this Bonnie's rent in order to keep my chubby little main squeeze in my bed where she belonged. Worry was distracting; they could be tearing each other's hair out, the cops could get. He continued to work his long tongue across her swollen lips even harder now. He was extremely aggressive with her and she began to cry out even louder. “Oh god! Oh god!” she cried out. Her body began to squirm hard on the bed and she tried frantically to push his head off her swollen cunt, but it was no use. He was going to break her in one way or another into being his slut and the sounds of my wife begging him to stop filtered throughout the room. She tried frantically to pry his face from.