He knelt and pressed his face into her damp panties, his tongue probed her wetness. ‘Mmmmm,’ he said. He grabbed the top of her panties and slowly...pulled them down to join the skirt around her ankles. She shivered as his tongue ran roughly upwards along the folds of her labia into what little pubic hair she hadn’t shaved. His hands reached behind her and gripped her ass hard, fingers kneading flesh, fingers probing. He stood slowly, running his tongue along her body, sending shivers and goose. ”“She’s the wife of Patrick Rodala, big real estate developer. They were featured in all the big shot magazines, on TV and such. Anyway, she was a big nature lover always going camping, hiking, boating. About six months ago she was sailing off the East coast and disappeared. They found her boat, but no Elena. The Coast Guard searched for her for over three weeks before declaring her lost at sea.”“She was kidnapped off her boat? Her husband? Did he... ?”“No, they were madly in love. He’s. Ruthlessly, huh? Its fun. She smiled, knowing he was going to please her in every way she could think of. Fuck me, Daddy. He pulled back and spat on the head of his cock, pushing against her asshole again. She braced herself, then he rammed himself entirely into her, pushing her head against the wood. You like that, slut? I love it… She gasped, trying to catch her breath. Give me more. Dirty slut. He immediately started pounding in and out of her, pulling himself entirely out and ramming his. " Oh! So was Bill, FA18s." Me Too! VMFA 312, Checkerboards." I have heard of them, Bill was an exchange pilot with the Navy, VFA 34." How did you end up here. In the middle of Florida?" Bill was an instructor at Pensacola, we had a big country house there. I couldn't afford it on his pension, there were too many memories in that area for me. I had to get away. I thought it would be easy to find a job here. I haven't had a chance to look yet."What kind of work do you do?" I have a degree in.