Tom moved on to her bedroom and after a few minutes found the Allen key in her dirty laundry basket. “I’ve found one!” he boasted as he returned... to the lounge. “Good for you but I’ve got the other.” Hannah was standing next to the trunk with her arms crossed with a confident look in her eyes. She pointed to the padlock key that she had placed on the corner of the inside rim of the trunk. She had then lowered the steel lid down so that it rested on the key, with the key stopping the trunk from. There were hundreds of coppers on duty in the town centre so why was she the only one that was dealing with crime whilst all the others stood around like overpaid lemons having their pictures taken standing next to poofs wearing their helmets. She drank her bottle of Lucozade and waited for the next pointless call on her radio. She didn't notice the three teenage girls who had been watching her with such interest, all she heard was her radio crackle to life and tell her that a security guard. Then the most surprising thing happens! The skeletal skank ... no, that's not right any longer ... Samantha is beside me and she orders, "Someone call the best damn vet in the area!"I look at her and see tears in her eyes as she apologizes, "Stacy, I'm so sorry this happened. I don't know what came over my husband. Please forgive me."I shake my head and threaten, "Well your husband just shot Ben's horse that he loved more than he loved me. If this horse dies I would hate to be you, your husband. And tall enough so I could bury my head in all that titflesh while I filled her womb with huge greats wads of spunk. She worked long hours but always ensured she was available on Wednesday nights for her weekly fill of cock. I’d met her online when I was going through a period of easy online lays with disappointing chests and naturally kept seeing Jane due to her exceptional bust. Thursday it was Jenny, a widow well into her 60s. I’d always wanted to get hold of a huge pair of granny tits and.