The three of them had just seen the freak who was gunning for them shoot that wetback gangbanger Raul just moments before, and the lady cop he’d bee...n stuck with out here in the sticks (wherever the hell they were) still wanted to arrest the crazy motherfucker. Bigfoot just couldn’t believe it, not after everything they had been through over the last couple of days. The cop’s name was Sandy, and Bigfoot personally thought she was a pretty hot Amazon-type chick. Sandy was one of that new type of. Head tilted slightly back. The mouth came gentle moans. You took me in his arms and you've put on the pristine white bed. Kiss and pie?ci?e?. Sun??e? fingertips drawing lines on the body of desire. Our hands in the sensual dance of secrets uncovered bodies. Desire, passion and tremendous excitement. Rozchyli?e? zanurzy?e? my legs and fingers in wet pussy. Muttered, groaned. Free, sliding finger movements became faster. Sometimes the clitoris zahacza?e? thumb. Each of the touch-induced shivers. Y’all more jittery than a newborn foal.” Grinning, I rubbed her cleft. “Yes indeed, a fine specimen.”“Let ... me ... GO!” she yelled, squirming and laughing.“What’s the safe word?”She stopped moving. “We don’t have a safe word.”“Isn’t that a shame,” I observed, edging the waist of her sexy panties down. The top of her butt crack emerged. I slipped my hand inside and caressed two stupendous, silky buttocks.“Grandpa!” she exclaimed, wiggling to escape again.“Nice. Keep struggling. It turns me. Tom Patterson had been courting her continuously for the past three weeks and the two of them had finally given in to their mutual attraction. For the past week they had made love together every day. The sex was great but the personal closeness and sense of belonging together made it even more special. It had been a very long time since Jill had felt so personally fulfilled. Unfortunately, her personal happiness was made far less complete due to the fact that her daughter, Donna, had once again.