"Okay," I said."Oh, and Mister Horton, the police are here to see you," she said.I gave the police my statement. They told me, that since there were n...o witnesses, that it would be my word against his. I could bring a lawsuit against the guy, but the pudding would have to be proven by me. I thanked them for their time and slowly, very slowly, made my way home.Mom nursed me and fiddled and fussed over me the following week. My profs were informed of the attack and of my physical state; I was. On the way, Jules said, Cute car. Didn't know they made one like this.No, I said, I suppose not. You've been away a while. Ten years ago, they made the first one of these and it looked nothing like this one. It didn't even have a V-8 in it, just an in line six cylinder, souped up a little, but a six banger none-the-less.We arrived and I parked Swifty in the lot.The light is still good enough, I said, I want to take a couple of pictures first and then we can go in.I got some snaps of The. When my husband realises that I’m watching, he blushes and Chris chuckles and offers me his cock for a quick lick. My husband and I end up sharing his cock, both of us licking him back into hardness while Scott kisses my neck and Luc beats off from his chair. Scott fills me again and steps back, my husband moves us so that he is sitting on the chaise longue while I’m astride him in cowgirl. I ride him while the men all watch, acknowledging the moment of intimacy we are sharing as my husband. ” “My name is Angel.” “Nice to meet you Angel. I’m Gary.” Angel grabbed the key and she locked up the office. We walked to the room that she had rented me. She opened the door and we both walked in. Angel was a pretty girl. She was young, probably around eighteen. She had blonde hair and blue eyes. She had small perky tits and was thin. “I just feel so slutty.” “Come over here.” Angel walked up to me and we shared a passionate kiss. I shoved my tongue deep down her throat. I hadn’t had.