I obtained my Sig P320 from my bedside drawer and made sure it was loaded and ready. I can assure, if Nixon should show up here, he will leave here in...a body bag. I’m sure he knows she’s still alive from news coverage. His picture has been all over the news also.Day by day, Melinda got stronger. Her wounds were healing. Her breathing was almost back to normal. Her hip was still sore and she was getting used to the crutches. She is getting around pretty well while keeping weight off her foot.It. She chattered on for a few minutes about how she could feel both of us move and how great it was, but she eventually was caught up in the sensations to the point that she could not talk. Now, she began to moan in sync with our fucking. She was not able to contribute anything beyond her two holes because we had complete control of her body. She moaned and panted like a woman possessed.Joe and I could feel the other cock as it was moved back and forth. We felt it through that thin membrane. EEEEEEEEEE! And then it was over. Perhaps only twenty seconds of pain inall, but almost unbearable. Do you think it was too little? Do you think I am acoward? You know nothing. You would howl, too. I opened my fearful eyes. He still had the baton in hishand. "I'll..I'll do anything you want." My voice washoarse from the screaming. No, I was not lying. I would indeed do anything,anything at all. Anything to distract him from the baton. He nodded, saying nothing. His eyes strayed down from. I loved how she pulled my hair with every deep breath she took. I got up off my hood and pulled her close to me. I flipped her on her knees and grabbed her hair. I slowly pushed my thick head inside her pussy and pulled her head back. "Can you handle this fat black dick in your tight white pussy?" "Yes baby, please can I have it?" I slammed all of my hard dick inside her. "FUCK!!" I pulled out fast. "Baby I don't think you can handle this dick" I teased "Are you sure you want this.