Nadja Albertsen forderte ihn auf: „Streichel mich! Komm schon, finger mich junger Mann!“ Er schob ihr zwei Finger in die nasse Spalte und fickte s...e damit.„Genauso du junger scharfer Bock! Machs deiner Nachbarin!“ stöhnte die verheiratete Mutter. „Keine Sorge, Sie… Du… sollst es jetzt richtig bekommen, alte Frau!“ keuchte er ihr dreist ins Gesicht. Nach der ersten Verblüffung hatte Marc Spaß an der Sache gefunden. Schließlich hatte sie für den Fall, dass sie entdeckt werden sollten, doch wohl. As she cooed in pleasure and smiled at him, he took the plunge and soonhis manhood was making its first tenative thrusts into her slit. Shegasped as pleasure shot through her from the penetration and breastmassage, and pulled him closer to herself so he impaled her deeper anddeeper. Soon he was thrusting back and forth with some force, making hershake with lust. She kissed him voraciously, letting her lips trail downhis cheek and neck and leaving a slobber of hot saliva. He responded bygrabbing. Gone for good… And believe it or not: I still was in love with her. I had never been very interested in women ever since. I had often enough tried and realized it wouldn’t work out. And I didn’t want my daughter to get used to a ‘new mother’ every now and again. Twenty years had passed. My daughter being in her mid twenties had left home to get settled long ago. She had always been the only true companion I could count on, the most precious person I could ever have. I loved her like a father. That little wound on my shoulder didn't hurt my right hand none and it had my pistol in it. He was cussin' a blue streak at me while I pumped slug after slug in him but stopped real quick when I got him in the brisket. When he hit the ground I could feel the ground shake beneath my feet. I looked around to see if there were any friends of his around but the whole street was deserted. I should have known, he didn't have any friends. It's funny how a couple gun shots can empty a street quite.