I grab his shaft with my palm , displaying my freshly painted fake finger nails, and lower my cherry red lips engulfing the head of his cock . His pri...on tattooed fingers grab my head and force more of his cock down my throat his large hairy balls against my chin. He cums far too quickly. He opens the door tells me to get out and face the wall, push my ass out, pull my knickers aside, put my hands behind my back , he sees the large bead necklace grabs it and roughly pulls it out . I feel the. The male in the other couple (call him paddy for the story) got us a drink each. M had a cider and I was driving had a orange. We sat down to talk. As the conversation was going on I noticed Mary (Paddy's partner) hand was rubbing my crouch under the table. When we finished our drinks Paddy ask would we like to follow them back to heir place for another drink and f**. I though hell yes but acted cool and glanced over to M and she nodded yes towards me. I told paddy we would follow him. We had. We followed the tracks' direction but stayed off the path. We had gone a hundred yards when we found Nick. He was lying against a tree. Blood was everywhere. I went to him shouting, "Nick!" I got close and said, "What happened?"He moaned, "Chased us. Hurt me. Took Ashley. Hurts!" Mister Jones was shocked.He pulled his phone and called 9-1-1. He told them what he had found and asked for an ambulance and police to come quickly. He got off the phone. He said, "Joe, take your girl and go back. When. Six days later, I came home and walked into the house. I stood agape as I looked around my home. The place looked cleaner, brighter, and the furniture had been nicely rearranged. There was a hominess about the place that I had never been able to achieve.Pat came out of the bathroom wearing rubber gloves, shorts, a t-shirt, flip-flops and carrying a bucket of cleaning paraphernalia, “Oh, hi, Robert. Welcome home. I was just freshening up the bathrooms.”“What have you been doing while I have been.