Ken and I had been friends for a long time; we had been married to sisters at one time. Now I was married to a different woman, and we were living in ...California.I still stayed in touch with him, as we were the best of friends.He was working in Portland, Oregon, and I was working in Southern California at the time. I had called him up to see what he was doing, and he asked me if I'd like to come up and work on the job he was on, as he was friends with the boss man and there would be no trouble. Hmmm, something isn't right, there should be something here. I remember bottles of water and crackers but there isn't anything here now. I'm forgetting something, something important. WHAT?"Yes, now I remember, he is too big and the Protector kept him from trying to enter. That probably saved him. He would not have been able to enter and the delay would have meant he was caught in the storm. A Protector again saved someone. We saw the sandstorm and he left just before it was going to strike." I. She cried out and slid her hips up further.I was ramming my thumb up her butt with force now and she was rocking back and forth with every push. She was going crazy and I felt that I had to have her, so I grabbed her by the waist and threw her onto her back with one motion. I tore at her shorts and panties and as they cleared her feet, I threw out her legs wide open. It only took a second to have my pants off and as I fell down on her crotch, my rock hard cock found her opening and in one. Wilson slipped a second finger into Crystal’s pussy, then a third, just like he had yesterday. It wasn’t until the fourth, when Crystal started to squirm a bit. Mr. Wilson just held her down, kissing her fiercely to absorb her groans. The four fingers were pumping faster and faster and faster. The sensation was overcoming Crystal, her body at near climax. She used her hands to separate her legs into a complete split, something she had gained from multiple yoga classes. Finally she felt her.