The car drives around and around as the driver fucks my sore cunt harder and harder, over and over for a long time. He's got my legs pushed up so the...y rest on his shoulders as he drives into me, his dick like a drill in my hole. I hear the guy driving talking to two guys who ask to come for a ride and feel one of them next to me now and a hand kneading a tit, squeezing it until it hurts. He's apparently finishing a cigarette because I feel a searing, sharp pain on my breast as he grinds his. "Oh, come on in" said Lisa. That was easier than I thought. I told Lisa that I had made some lunch and was tired of sitting at home by myself and thought it would be nice to have some company. She said that it was a nice thought, but she was the only one home. I don't know what it was about sitting there in the kitchen enjoying our lunch, but I could feel myself getting wet between the legs watching Lisa eat the fresh strawberries I'd brought over. She must have been feeling the same way. "Well, Mat, how is Hanksville's latest hero making out? Will you survive the party or should I go ahead with funeral arrangements?" Ben laughed."Oh, I think I'll survive, if people will just stop being so loud!" Mat groaned. "What did you want to see me about?" The first thing we need to settle is how you want to handle the reward from the stage company. The stage people pay a $50 reward for every dead bandit turned in to me. Since I now have three, you now have $150 from them. I'll give you a. "Wow, hey . . ." Michael heard himself say as she leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek. He gestured her inside. Stiletto heels clicked against his hardwood floor, and Michael suppressed the urge to bite his fist. She remembered his affinity towards high heels. "I don't know why you were so nervous about your place, it's great!" She said, taking in her surroundings. Michael closed the door, and watched her move toward his living room, plopping onto the sofa. "Sure, I.