She found her shawl, saddled her riding horse and went into town, thinking all the way, mulling her choices, worried but more angry than afraid, posti...g now and then.Philip was alone at the office so she sat down beside him on his bench, trying to stay calm. "Do you own a gun, a weapon?" An old flintlock; be afraid to fire it. It's what I used to drill with. Probably hasn't been cleaned for a generation." He leaned back and admired her tightly cinched body. He longed to lay his head between her. ”“Oh no?” said the cop. “Tell me then, tough guy, whatdo I want?”“You want to take off your pants and start fucking thisgirl in the ass, just like your partner is doing.”“Huh?” said the bewildered young cop. Then he looked tohis right, where his older partner was just beginningto penetrate Abby’s cum soaked, swollen asshole.“Shit, what are you doing?” the young officer cried.“Protecting and serving,” said the. Every last drop. My tongue wiggled about in her sour bowels as he reamed out my cunt. The flavor of his salty cum diminished. It was all gone. I couldn't find any more. But I wanted more. I needed more of his cum out of her bowels.“Shit, you're so fucking tight!” he groaned, his hands sliding up my body until he found my fake titties.He squeezed them.“I haven't fucked anyone this tight,” he moaned.My eyes bulged.“Jesus, what sort of loose-cunt skanks are you fucking, Santa?” moaned. ’ Abby did so and choked down half of the omelette. This easy domesticity wasn’t right. Did he think that everything could go back to normal? Nothing had changed, not really. She pushed the plate away. ‘I have to go to work.’ ‘It’s Saturday,’ George protested. ‘I know, George. I just need some time. Please.’ At least they were talking to each other, thought Abby as she drove to the office. Mundane things, but the bitterness was gone, or perhaps just better concealed. Over the next weeks, they.