" "Your clothes?" both Desma and Kesha said raising an eye brow. "You think after last night you can just come over, grab your clothes and leave?" ask...ed Desma stepping closer. "Uhm..." I almost said yes but the hungry look in her eyes told me that would be the wrong answer. She answered for me though. "Think again," she took my hand and lead me to her room. "Wait, now? But your parents," I protested. "Not here right now," she smiled. "Are they ever home?" I asked. She laughed, "all the time,. She bounced on my cock and I matched her thrusts as we were going at a furious pace and only slowed when we tired, as she was right I lasted a lot longer the second time. We had been at it for a while and She said she wanted me to fuck her form behind which I was glad to do. I was able to hold her ass and reach around and hold her tits in my hand as I thrust in and out. She must have been ready to cum again soon because she was soon screaming unintelligible sounds, which told me she was coming. Angrily he threw his rifle away and got out his handgun again. He ran up to the girl, shoved the barrel in the girl’s asshole and fired three shots. Then he pulled out, shoved it between her pussylips and emptied the gun. “Bitch!” he yelled at the dead girl. He removed the clip from his gun and put in a new one. “You obviously need some more practice!” the other guys laughed. “Hey, remember I’m the chairman of this little club we have here, I can have you kicked out in a whim!” he. I was pretty chilled and soaked to my bones from the rain and cranked the heater up on the Jag. I pulled out and seen her pull out behind me and I headed on home. Once I got home I got out of my wet clothes immediately and settled into my hot tub. It was part of my wife’s dream house. She had had it built in a small-enclosed room right off the master bedroom. Sliding glass doors made up the two outer walls. The outer bedroom walls were on the other two sides. In winter time we could just keep.