What the hell was she doing? She was my girlfriend’s mother andshe was a happily married forty-six year old. But I couldn’t sayanything, how awful...would that be, if I got up and said, “Stop themovie, Lisa, your mom is trying to turn me on!” No, it would be ok,I’d just let her do it until she got bored, all she wanted was areaction, so I would just ignore her. Judy’s foot crept higher up mythigh until it got to my waist and then it stopped. Perhaps she’d gotbored already. But no, then she. Bob and I went first, since we knew where we wanted to be. Rex and Jeremy then popped in right behind us.We only had to wait a few minutes before we saw and heard the twin engine plane approaching. Not wanting to chance a mistake, Bob and I flew up to peek in the windows to confirm our target. We saw our 7 assassins laughing and joking around in their black jumpsuits.Bob just couldn’t resist and rapped on the window so he could flash them ‘The Bird’. They were still staring stone-faced when we. I debated on moving back toward Salt Lake or going on. I heard another rumble and saw rocks sliding down behind me. I put the truck in gear and slowly headed away from Salt Lake. The truck was an automatic so my left leg could just hang while I drove and operated the brake and gas with my right. Having my left leg hang down was painful.I wanted to get away from the area. It seemed much too dangerous. I pulled to a flat section and looked back. There was a sign, "Watch for falling rocks." Surely. He slapped me, bit me, choked me, and used me. And I loved every minute of it. There was something about him that I could not resist. And it wasn't just that amazing cock of his that could turn me from a respectful woman into a begging bitch within seconds. There was something else. I'm not quite sure what it was, although I suspect it was our shared views on sex. I think we both believed sex was not an act of intimacy (something I struggle with in my current relationship) it was an act of raw,.