Even so, loving her as I did, I had enjoyed the sex very much.After a few years, as in most marriages, our sex life became a bit boring for me, there ...was little or no variety and we fucked less frequently. Christy had become more interested in her career and less interested in sex. She had never initiated sex, and would often put me off with one excuse or another. I had become frustrated, but couldn't find the courage to discuss my feelings with her. I knew how uncomfortable she was discussing. We headed out through the canyon and started the drive home. I stopped as I looked at the twenty horses tied up. I was about to stop when two arrows hit my windshield and bounced off. It startled me so much, that I swerved the truck away from them. Grabbing my AK, I stepped out and started firing at the nearest one and he took off running. The rounds stitched his asshole to his neck, killing him instantly. The second one moved from cover to cover and I was taking aim on him after reloading when. Rachel was so tight, but so wet, she took about seven inches, packing most of the rest into Laura. Laura was going crazy, being packed so deep as Rachel pushed back, packing her deeper, then pulling forward, pulling the dildo with her tight pussy, then packing it back into Laura, fucking her. Laura fucked back some, but Rachel was fucking her hard. I could see that Rachel had completely packed all of what was left of the dildo into Laura, leaving nothing to see between them, both girls were. I don't usually get creepy paranoia but it's hitting me pretty hard and making my heart pound in my ears. I almost decide to go back home after all. Almost. I feel weirdly self-conscious and that's never happened. But, no, I keep going. The store is slightly busy. As usual, the entrance dumps me into the women's section. I think it must be standard policy for department stores to have the men's section out of the way upstairs or in a small corner. And then they hide the escalators. It takes me.