No beeping alarms or red lights anywhere, which was always pleasant. It was always a hassle if there were.?Spread-eagle, Kat,? said Larry, walking aro...nd the x-ray machine. Katija sighed, spreading her legs and raising her arms to shoulder-level. Larry systematically ran his hand through her hair, then up and down her back before moving to her legs. Larry?s hands slid up and down her bare thighs, probing the areas veiled by her skirt. He slipped his hands around to her buttocks, as he always. " Ah, wrestling in the grass with a greased nymph ... sounds like fun." What do you mean 'greased nymph'?" Well, I'm assuming that we would need to wear at least some modicum of sunscreen. That would tend to make you slippery all over, rather than only in a certain place that I like to play at." Once again, proving that all men are pigs." Well, to be honest, you'd be the greased little piggy that I'd be trying to wrestle down and have my way with. You never know, it might be fun ... you trying. We were on foot, our horses trailing behind us on lead ropes as we walked the hillside path in search of our prey.The gunshot startled everyone.“What the... ,” I gasped aloud, looking about as I did, just as the others did as well.There wasn’t anything to see. We were deep in the forest surrounded by towering trees. There were hills rising behind us and hills lying below us, along with shrubs and brush and all sorts of underbrush. We’d crossed one gully to get to where we were standing and I. “Scream as loud as you like, honey, but my cock sees your pussy and it’s pretty excited.”Kitty looks down incredulously as his burgeoning member, a fleshy flagpole of eager manhood. “Take over buddy.” – that from Dwayne as he lets Ski-mask cup Kitty’s bottom with his huge hands, keeping the weight off of the stricken girl’s bleeding wrists as she hangs crucified from the wall of the shack. Ski-mask gently caresses Kitty’s labia with the head of his cock. “MMmmmmm.”“You like that.