A cat yowled in heat.Clinging to her sexy body Stacy wore a tight black dress with a sultry sheen, a bit too tight for everyday wear, and beneath that...she had on her best underthings, sheer, sexy, and, despite the sticky heat, a garter belt and subtle fishnet stockings. She stopped now, feeling herself in her clothes, the weight of her own breasts, the thick hunger in her vagina. When she turned her attention to her own body she realized that she felt terribly vulnerable and terribly sexy. It. Both men wanted quiet and neither had spoken to the other for over an hour.Jim knew there was something he was missing in his review of the cold cases. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he knew it was there. His eyes kept drifting from one cover sheet to another. His gaze landed on the date that the young boy's body had been found. The kidnappers had killed him on purpose, shooting him execution style in the back of the head. They'd left a warning that maybe the next victim's parents would. It was then that he felt his shaft fully enter her. The warmth and wetness was euphoric as he had his entire cock inside of her.Releasing his mouth from her tit, Henry looked up at her in panic. He saw she was smiling with pleasure. "Shhh, it will be ok. You just have to pulls out is all." Rose whispered.Going slow at first, Henry pulled his dick out and reentered her slippery hole. With each thrust, and retraction her pussy hole seemed to want more. With harder thrusts, the more lubrication. I realized that we were fortunate in being as poor looking and non-threatening as a older man with a bad leg and a young boy still wet behind the ears guiding the tired donkey up the pass to the border. Suddenly, at a sharp curve we came upon a startling sight of a pair of properly dressed females being bent over and assaulted by a band of rough looking men who may or may not have been Taliban but certainly fit the description of robbers or worse.The older woman had her lower garments down.