Several pained groans later, she laid on top all three men, ready to kill them.She stood up, only to sit on the back of the leftmost terrorist, hookin... his legs underneath her armpits, as she instantly pulled back, completing the Boston crab, instantly rewarded by the drawn-out sound of vertebrae fracturing one after another, followed by cries of the paralyzed male. Releasing his floppy legs, she grabbed the one on the right, dragging him over, before standing up, spreading her legs a bit, and. ..at work, in the supermarket, in restaurants, even on the streets...might be a man who had fucked you, used your warm, soft, wet pussy for his own pleasure. Another orgasm washed over you, another wave of pleasure. You welcomed this one, surrendered to it completely. This cock fucking you was longer than its predecessors, but not so thick. The owner of the cock tried to probe your ass with his fingers, but being tied as you were made that difficult. You tried to raise your hips, to make. It would be some time before I understood why that was.Three years after the assault, that began to change while Sue was out on errands and Flo stopped by for support. She was stuck with me and it took several minutes to convince her to stay and confide in me. Shorts and a halter were an audacious change for her since the trial. With shoulders hunched forward and head stooped in embarrassment about still needing support, she gave me a generous and clear view of one full breast hanging freely. She unwrapped the towel from her hair and threw it at me. She turned around and walked away from me as she hissed, "My bedroom is this way." My cock twitched and grew painfully hard as I stared at her gorgeous, tight ass wiggle away from me. I followed her. Amber turned around, lifted her arms over her head, and placed her hands on the head of the door frame. She grinned as she stared at the bulge in my pants. I closed the distance between us with an abandoned urgency, grabbed her ass with both.