Teresa, to be more specific Teresa Angelica Gentry, is in my humble opinion one of the two most attractive women I know. She's forty-five years old, 5...8" tall, has auburn hair, green eyes, and a wonderfully curvy figure. The only other woman I know who even comes close to holding a candle to her is Cheryl Sloan. Yes, that's the same Cheryl she was talking about earlier.Since anything else I could say about either of them wouldn't be relevant, I'll get back to my story now...As I said, that. "He's gone, Miz Anne. Shot two times far as I can see. Poor man. Poor ole man."Anne hurried upstairs and quickly dressed in an old cambrick shirt and her father's serge trousers, her gardening costume. She pulled on her boots and hurried out to her new stable. Both horses had been shot in the head and lay crumpled in their stalls. She took a deep breath, swallowing a curse and feeling her gut convulse. The barn cat meowed at her from the rafters.She went back to the house, traded her weapon for. . I snapped out of my hypnotic delirium...Iunderstood what was going to happen to me... and too late I tried to pullaway... "No" I begged. "YESSSS", He said suddenly driving into me. Time stopped. I screamed, but no sound came out. I was frozen, inshock, stunned into incapacity. And in that moment, that moment when hismassive cock insinuated itself into me... any sense of self was replaced,momentarily replaced by pain; pain that would eventually be replaced bysurrender, surrender. I was so tired that I laid down right in the puddle of cum that was under me. Brian got up and told me he needed a drink as he walked out the room buck naked.I laid there for several minutes trying to gather my thoughts as I could hear people in the hallway talking. A few minutes later Brian, Tom and another older man (found out later he was the owner that worked the midnight shift there) walked in as I slowly tried to get up off the floor. The older man walks over to a wall and flips the main.