The kicks and blows continued, leaving me wondering what this was about. I’d first assumed that I was being mugged, but it seemed that my attackers ...were more interesting in hurting me than robbing me. I heard a voice hissing at me “fucking cradle snatching pervert!” and a second, more controlled voice, telling the first one to shut up. Briefly I heard shouts from further away and the blows ceased, the last one being a kick to the back of my head. I relaxed realizing that help had arrived. I. ‘Tastes good to, Damien said with a smile.’ ‘Oh baby, by the way, my name is Damien,’ he said chuckling. ‘It’s sooo nice to meet you, mine’s Sandra,’ she said smiling. Sandra could not believe she was getting so excited again, but she was and it was building up harder than before. Hating to leave the taste of her sweetness, Damien stood up beside Sandra, much to her protest. ‘Honey, don’t leave me this way,’ she whined. ‘Oh Sandy, I’m not going anywhere,’ he said smiling. Caressing her. That weekend a bad thunderstorm hit the area. Shay came Into the living room with a long robe on. She told meThat I could sleep in her bed since I was having back problems.I was more than happy to take her up on the offer. When we entered Her bedroom she untied the robe. She had on this night sheer pearl gown that barelyCovered up her ass. I was dumb found all I could do was stare as she pulled back the covers.I think she enjoyed the attention that I was giving her.I got in the bed and began to. As he turned back to Linda, he could see a firmer set to her shoulders. "Let's go in the house," he said, noticing the rain dripping off both of them for the first time. He took Linda's hand as he lead her into the living room. Linda took her usual overstuffed chair, while Al sat on one end of the couch, where he had in better days romped with the girls."How did it happen?" she asked, calmly."Linda, honey, I'm not sure. The police called me about two hours ago and wanted me to come and identify.