Right now, all she wanted to do was watch Stormy fuck her child."I'm out of my mind," Natalie laughed as she clawed Stormy's stomach and flanks. "Oooo..., shit. Take away your hand. I'm ready!"Sandy pulled her hand away and gulped. "Fuck him," she said. "Fuck him!"With his cockhead buried between the folds of Natalie's sizzling cunt hole, Stormy fucked forward, ripping through her cherry as she squirmed on her back. He neighed as hot pussy muscles closed around his prick."Ahhhhhh!" Natalie. The foreman said he didn't have anything heavy enough to unload me at the moment — the transmissions had been loaded with a crane — and I'd have to wait for the boss to arrive.I called the office and was told to wait, so I drove back up Route 10 to the diner and had brunch. It was only two miles, and no one had said his arrival was imminent. About forty-five minutes after leaving, I returned to a fuming mad foreman and his boss, the owner, Rick Haskell.Swede, the foreman, started yelling at two. Or anyone else, for that matter.”He nodded. “Okay. I understand, I suppose.”“Seriously, if you want to know about her history, you need to ask her.”And that was it ... at least at that time. We finished up, togged up, and straddled our bikes for our ride home.Karen was back in school, of course, so having chewed things over and come to a conclusion, I made my way, one Monday, mid-morning, to the Marshall home.When she opened the door, it was clear that Gillian had just embarked upon a cleaning. And now...The walls rattled as a new assault unfolded, a window shattered upstairs. Lisa’s father readied two pistols, shoving one in his trousers. Her mother took the rifle. Ed whittled down those approaching the house, but that was no longer an option. There were too many, too close at hand. A glass broke and they discovered a bloody hand reaching in through the opening of a ripped-off board. Her father fired through the 4x6 covering the window, when a door breaking called him away.They.