You're panties are wet through. Let's take them off." Gemma pulled off Olivia's trousers and knickers much to her resistance. But Olivia didnt put muc... of a fight as she was too turned on. She cried out as she felt her friend's fingers inside her pussy moving back and forth."Gemma, stop," she cried."Why stop when you're wet right down to your ass hole," she said evenly.Olivia gripped the couch's cushions as her body was getting hot all over.Gemma took away her fingers and replaced them with her. It was another month of dates before we finally went to bed together. She had a massive set of tits which I dearly love and the party was on for about a year. She decided to move away and we lost touch. One night, after being away for a few months, I went back to the club. It was a slow night and between me and a couple other guys, we pretty much had all the attention we could muster from the girls. There was one that remember me and the fact that I had dated the bartender. She sat down. We came upon a stagecoach robbery about two hours out of Arbuckle.There were four bandits, and they already had the coach stopped and the passengers standing around with their hands in the air. There was no sign of the crew, so we figured that they must be dead. There was one woman and two men as passengers. While we were still too far away to be of any help, one of the bandits grabbed the arm of the woman. A male passenger tried to object, and he was immediately shot in the gut by another of. The storm, like all summer storms, had come quickly. His house at the top of the hill had stood for some years, and he was not aware that it had ever been hit during a storm before. This time sure as hell made up for it.Mike went inside and his heart sank as he surveyed the scene in front of him. Water still dripped down the stairwell from upstairs. Burn marks down the wall showed where the lightning bolt had come down the television aerial wire, which led it into the loft space and down to his.