Yess ddearr faaaassstt…..Amit ..come on fuck me fast…you are great….I like it ….oohh dear….fuck me fast… …ooooohhhh ….” She went on ...encouraging to fuck her fast with her words in sexy voice with moans and sublimation. She was urging me to increase my speed. She requested me to push more and more with full thrust into her hot and wet vagina. I further increased my speed. I made hard strokes. She received each of my hard strokes skillfully throwing her hips up and up every time. I was romping. First she layed on her back then she turned to her stomach. The sun felt good on her ass. She then had a feeling some one was watching her but she saw no one. She would have no problem being seen naked as she loved to flaunt her body. She closed her eyes and changed back to her back. She dozed in a light sleep when she felt some one rub her nipples. She moved liking the feel thinking it would be her hubby. Then she realized the fingers were smaller. She opened her eyes and there was her. "He's got a gun." He went on to briefly describe what he'd seen of the revolver, and how Bobby had hidden it behind his back before leaving.Pete nodded grimly, and to the paramedic's surprise, suddenly turned and left without another word.Bobby reached his home, running the whole way from Julie's trailer. He went to his room and tossed the pistol and Julie's note on his bed. He quickly changed into jeans and tennis shoes, t-shirt and a hooded sweat shirt, all in black.He scooped up the note and. General idea." What does that matter," he said (again) defensively (again)."Well..." I said. "You said you're not Brandon, right?" Damn straight I'm not," Bernard said.Patience is a virtue. Patience is a virtue. "Well, you and Brandon... Being different people, you understand... Might look for different things in a girl." Patience is a virtue. So is getting through the day without breaking someone's head off. "For instance, I know from personal experience that Brandon likes the kind of girl who.