" Okay, Cowboy, if you say so. But what is the sand for?" She smirked at him as she waited for some dumb joke she would not understand."On slick roads...the added weight in the back presses the rear tires down so we get better traction. It helps keep us on the road." He noticed her smirk. "What?" I'm waiting for the punch line so I can give you a dutiful laugh," she told him."Sweet Bones, there is no joke." He hugged her. "You want to dress up, go put your new boots on." Oh how I have fallen on. "No we won't have anymore interruptions will we?" She said sternly. She then began to pullback my pink silky panty hose and my red nylon panties. She then pulledup my dress a little bit and applied more super glue between my legs,and pulled out another tampon and applied it over my privates. "Therenow you won't have a bulge in your pretty panties," she said smirking.She then pulled my panties and pantyhose backup and began applying moresuper glue soaking the front of my legs covered in. She gazed at her persecutor like a gazelle about to be torn apart by a pack of lions. He surprised her, however, by bringing the belt down across her stomach and followed it with a swift blow across her hips. These hurt terribly, but not nearly as much as the first stroke to her poor breasts. And that’s where the next strike came, again directly over her nipples. This time her hands came away from her neck, and she dropped to her knees again, but the hands went up in supplication, pleading with. As I felt my orgasm coming; I rammed my dick as hard and deep into Deborah as I could. I could feel wave after wave of pleasure as my dick continued to shoot her pussy full of my hot sticky cum. Finally spent; I collapsed on top of her and lovingly kissed her lips and rubbed her cool nipples with my fingers. But all good things must come to an end. I had to get Deborah's corpse back to the Funeral Home before Mr. Thompson discovered it missing. I rolled off and pulled my pants back in place and.