"Damn, you got that good-good, Momma." Desiree spread her legs a little further, giving him certain full access to her. "Fuck me. Shit, fuck me, boy!"... "Oh, I'm about to do that. Don't you worry, Ma." Marcus thought as he pulled out, flipped her doggy-style, and then gave her hard pumps while rolling his hips. "Ow, damn. Shit. Fuck me, get that sopping wet pussy." Desiree's tits bounced back and forth as he gave her the dick she craved so much. She squeezed her nipples and pushed back to meet. I recognized some people from work, they waved or nodded, I did the same. Most all had left the lobby, except for a lady I vaguely knew from work, Sarah, a lady in her 60's nice figure, pretty face, and very quiet, but nice. She came over to where I was sitting, and said “this is terrible, no rooms my husband told me not to drive in this weather, I don't know where to go or what to do, guess I will have to sleep in the car”. I asked if she wanted some tea or coffee, and to just keep calm. I. ” I told her.I knelt between her legs and licked up the inside of her thighs, switching back and forth until I had reached her crotch. I licked all around her pussy lips. I stuck my long tongue between her butt and the seat and licked up toward the back of her pussy. Then I looked up at her and winked just before I put my tongue in her pussy for the first time. I had to grab the swing in my hands, she was going wild. Emily ran up behind Sam as she sat in the swing seat and held her. He was trying to figure out if I was some kind of monster.The scene that they had heard about regarding my rape was gruesome.There I was. Found raping this poor girl, cum still dripping from my cock, as I had this crazy, possessed look in my head.Like I was about to kill somebody.I remember during the trial, Beth painted a picture that I was a predator. I sought her out since she was a victim of rape herself as a child, making her an easy target. How I sweet-talked her, like a sociopath priming.