Before-the-Fall Nikes. Jeezus. Clipper hadn’t seen Nikes in fifteen years.Clipper saw all that in an instant. But that was not what really scared hi.... What really scared him was the Russian-made assault rifle in the man’s hands. An AK47. Sweet jeezus, he thought, an AK. He’d actually owned on of those, back somewhere in the mists of time. Where did this motherfucker get a goddam AK, he wondered. It even had a huge clip on it. Shit, thought Clipper. I am fifty-five years old, and this is the. Upon opening it, he was greeted by a beautiful young woman standing on his sunny front porch. She had sparkling blue eyes and fine features, and her long blonde hair was pulled back into a haphazard ponytail. She wore a white tanktop, jean shorts and running shoes. Though she had a slim build, her breasts appeared to be at least "C" cup, and were made all the more prominent because the backpack the girl wore pulled her shoulders back and thrust her chest forward."Well, you must be Bria. And boy her pussy was tight and wet.. She shouted.. “oooo”.. It was so warm and tight that made me feel in heaven..I started to hump on her.. While I was humping her she was pressing my nipples hard and saying do me … make me cum.. As I was fucking her pussy the more harder her pressing on my nipples increased. My nipples was paining but that I was not bother.. I was bother about her tight pussy that I was fucking..She was shouting ” more more… I want more.. Do fast…”, I started to feel that I. It seemed like an exaggeration. But I couldn’t help liking her. She was sweet and naive but also witty and had an interesting outlook on the world. We could talk about politics or pop culture or nothing at all for hours. I was in my early twenties and had gone through a string of purely superficial relationships. It was easy to be drawn to someone who offered something more.Ivy was shy. She had dropped hints about wanting to talk on the phone. But she never outright asked and I was.