" Okay, Allison where is she?" replied the shorter brunet deputy."Serena Bonner's Dungeon is all she told me." Who the hell is Serena Bonner?" I think...she's the granddaughter of old Francis Bonner, who had the farmout route 1670. The old Victorian house that looks like the house aboutthe Bates Motel." Allison replied."Cripes, the Bonners were a family of kooks. Old Franny was the mostdominated man in town, his wife Carolyn never passed up a chance tohumiliate him. His son married a real vicious. Our relationship had reached a natural end. How’re things with you?’ Rosie couldn’t help the long sigh and fought back the tears that instantly threatened to appear. She hadn’t come here to cry. The pain in her eyes pinched his heart and Daniel reached over to take her hand across the table. ‘Rough?’ he softly asked, sending a sympathetic smile across the short distance between them. She bit her lip and nodded, waiting until the returning waitress brought their fresh coffees before speaking.. With one hand on my bouncing tits and the other on my hip, he plowed my pussy with his enormous piece of meat over and over until I let out a shriek as an orgasm ripped through my body, leaving my legs trembling.I had totally forgotten about Terry, but he suddenly let out a grunt, which got our attention, and we both watched him shoot his wad all over his lap as he pulled his pud in earnest, watching his wife get fucked by a traffic cop.Meanwhile, the cop kept pounding his cock into me, harder. The heightened emotion of the instance has made me aroused. I can feel my vagina moistening. Your appearance may be that of an old man but I can sense virile masculinity. I lean forward and kiss you, “Thank you again”, I whisper. I feel your erection press into my tummy. I walk back towards my horse deliberately swaying my hips in an exaggerated fashion. My saddlebag is lying on top of a large smooth rock. I bend over and start to put my things in order knowing that my ripped panties do not.