He was much thicker and a lot longer then my husband. The feeling of his naked cock inside me was incredible. I hadn't had one in there this size in q...uite awhile, plus his was so much hotter. He started fucking me faster then any man. I felt the tip of his cock deep inside me touching my cervix. I felt an orgasm building and tried to hold it back. A dog was fucking me, I shouldn't be enjoying this should I? I decided to just let go and let things happen. Just as I started to cum I felt. " Listen, I'm so sorry to bother you, but when I went to the universitytoday I noticed some suspicious people that seem to be watching the housefrom cars. Now I see they're still here. It's creeping me out and I'mscared to go in the house. I want to call the police."She poked her head out the door and looked down the street. "By allmeans. Please come in. We'll call them together." Thank you!"I was surprised when a police cruiser came by less than fifteen minuteslater. It didn't take long for. "Now, if we can have everyone disarm themselves first? Things always go so much better when nobody's shooting at anyone else."Two men in the corner stood up and started assuming a firing stance. Before either got a shot from their cheap revolvers off, both hit the floor, unconscious. "To 'disarm' oneself, one places one's firearm on the table, very slowly," the Tribune's amplified voice advised the two unconscious Earth First types, slowly as if to a learning-disabled child. Five others slowly. A short lived rebellion, it's true. But a rebellion never- the- less."I ca . ca . can't!" I stuttered, my heart and my stomach both in my mouth. "You can't make me! I can't step out of this car in front of all those people, like this!"'This car' is a low slung open sports car, my wife's ancient much prized and beautifully appointed MGB, that almost inevitably would lead to my displaying far to much leg - with views up to my absent knickers. 'All these people' were the assembled shoppers,.