I turned around and flipped on the CD to hear John Mayer. I moved to the door and locked it. I then turned back to her and walked towards her. I dropp...ed to my knees in front of her and touched the bruise. I looked up at her and she winced a little from the tenderness of it, but made no other expression about why I was kneeled in front of her. I looked back down at my view, seeing a clear path her pussy under her mini-skirt. I moved in closer and gently kissed the bruise on her thigh. With my. It started to become obvious I was spending too much time standing there looking at one picture, so I regrettably forced myself to leave. The work was later removed due to too many complaints. It was cold outside and I was glad to get into the library. It was always warm, almost too warm. The library was my refuge. Quiet! No distractions. I could get my work done, catch a few z's, and fantasize without interruption. I remember the bathrooms were clean and the dividers, red. People would. She raised her ass a bit so that I could penetrate her easily. I started stroking her slowly at first but after some time I started fucking her like a hungry beast.She started to scream like fuck me harder, ohh yeah fuck me baby and I got more excited and fucked her vigorously. I literally fucked the brains outta her.I was about to climax and after a few minutes I came heavily on her face and tits. It was the best fuck I had after a very long time. I enjoyed each and every bit of moment fucking. It was going to be a great opening night for the house. Inside the barn was bathed in red and gold lights and several tattered black curtains sealed off the different parts of the place. An old hay wagon was parked just inside, littered with a few bloodied bodies of would-be trick-or-treaters. A bloody axe and rip-saw lay close by while another fake victim dangled from the rafters, ready to be rendered into hamburger. Brandy continued to follow the pair through a narrow corridor of.