I laughed and said yes and I know that first hand. She smiled and said she wanted the details. I said Ok but after I hear about your college days.Ja... took another sip and started. I was a junior at a major southeastern university. I was in a sorority and out sorority had a reputation for being a bunch of party girls. She smiled to herself as she began to remember. She said that her president of the sorority had always been one of those girls that had a different guy in her bed every. Georgia was the first person I kissed (other than Mom and Dad) and the first one I ever French kissed. Georgia was skinny as a kid, and blossomed into a beautiful young woman. While my body stayed taut and my breasts filled out nicely in a 34 B, Georgia got “all curvy” and sprouted to 5’10” with shoulder length raven hair, 36 C cups, and smoky brown eyes. We grew out of our kissing sessions as we grew older, but the attraction was still there, each of us shuddering as a random caress in. Then suddenly the fingers were gone. I was stunned back to the moment by the complete lack of sensation. And then I felt it. The head of her cock, black beauty, was pressing gently against my asshole. The domed head of the black rubber cock felt huge, far too large to ever fit inside my asshole. I kept my ass high but put my head down on the the pillow and tried to relax, breathing deeply, focusing on accepting the sensations rather than resisting.At first there was a playful bump, bump, bump. 44 bullet tore into his kidney and guts like a raging bull. It did so much damage to his insides that it never came out his front. He and I both knew that he was dead, but he still tried to pull his gun on me as he lay on the floor. I had no choice, and I think that I was doing him a favor when I shot him a second time, this time in the chest and killed him on the spot. I didn't want to shoot him in the head and make identification difficult.I gave the swamper four bits to clean up the mess,.