But I, a woman in my late thirties, attract no doubtful glances as I perch on the edge of the bench, my eyes lingering on this flawless nymph. As far ...as the distracted mommies know -- and that's if they even bothered to give the matter a moment's thought -- she could be my own little girl.I feel warmth and dampness slowly gather between my thighs as I shift slightly, increasingly aroused by my little Lolita. She suddenly bends down to pick up a discarded flower, lying on the pavement near her. It tasted like cherries from the lube he was using; he was pumping in and out of my mouth, directing me to suck, holding my head with both hands. He pulled the tape loose from my wrists and placed my hands around his slippery cock again. I was trying to keep my balance, my legs still taped so close together. I stroked the base of his big cock with my hands as I sucked the top half as hard as I could. He liked it. Soon his hands were holding my ass cheeks. The soft cotton panties were smooth and. She spread her legs wider apart as his hardness looked for her entrance. She moaned as she felt his thick cock try to enter her. She was soaking wet and it slid easily into her. “Oh fuck,” moaned John as his thick cock penetrated Susan’s wet but tight pussy. “You are lovely and tight gorgeous,” he added. “I haven’t been with anybody in a while,” he told her. “Think I’m gonna cum real soon sexy,” he continued. “Go for it,” she replied. “I’m going to cum with you,” she added. John grabbed Susan’s. Dammit, it was probably a sow. I was in an awkward place where I didn’t want to shoot because the sow was almost surrounded by solvent drums, and a miss would cause some solvent to be dumped onto the floor.Jack kept driving into the open area, and the sow moved. When she did, she opened herself up for a safe shot. I fired twice and we had another dead hog on our hands. Those hollowpoint bullets did a wonderful job of tearing up internal organs.My gun roared like a cannon inside the sheet metal.