.. Ohhh, yeahhh... Shhh, relax, maybe you'll like it and you'll let all your little fag boyfriends take turns fucking you up the ass in my barn! Or... have you done that already? Fucking all your friends in the barn while I've been out breaking my back in the fields?" I growled into her ear.I continued bucking my hips at her, forcing her ass to swallow my prick meat, sweat forming on my brow from the overwhelming resistance of her tight rectum. It was almost too much, but I persevered. I. I wondered if maybe they had done time with Evans under a different name. I sent Wilson an email requesting a check on their prisons and then facial recognition on Evans.Meantime I went to meet the smaller of the two. I followed him to a bar where he had a drink. Just to keep it above suspicion, I hung out in the bar, but left alone. I made sure he noticed me before I left. I might return someday and make myself available. But only if I tailed him to the same bar again. I knew it would have to. The surf was predicted to be low that day so she did not even bring her board. She lay on her stomach looking at the water and untied her top string so as not to have a tan line there. She took out the novel that she brought with her and split her time between looking at the ocean, her book and the other people on the beach. About an hour after she arrived there was a bright flash of light. Brenda closed her eyes and when she opened them she was no longer on the beach. She was on a padded. My head nodded before my mind said no of course not. He reached out, back of his hand first and he rubbed the back of his fingers over my nipples. "theyre rock hard" he said. his other hand came up to my other breast, palm first and grabbing a big hand full before backing off to squeeze my nipple.I let out a small moan, i think it was that moan that brought it on... he went from slow and subtle to a hungry monster. his hand shot behind me and yanked me into him. his mouth pressed hard into my.