It would have been better if he'd just raped her the first night. She knew in her heart that if she begged him for it, she'd never again have the nerv...e to escape. The power was out in the house as well, the clock on the microwave no longer glowed green against the darkness. Without water or power, how long would he stay here? Not long, he didn't seem the type to rough it. So he would leave, and because he wanted her, he would take her with him. New surroundings would bring new opportunities,. I can feel the sweat, pouring from my pores, soaking my hair, glistening on my skin. Your fingers weave a magical spell. Touching, probing, stroking, petting. Leaving me aching, wondering where you’ll touch me next. I feel you shift, then touch my hip. “Raise your ass for me” you command. When I do, you slide a pillow under me. My pussy is rewarded by more tongue lapping. “God, I love your mouth on me” I say. Your fingers slide back inside, pushing, stretching me, in. And the rest are all gangbangs – once we did that once, we couldn’t go back.”Julie smiled at the memory, then turned back to us. “As you may have noticed, the club is a diverse group, and the Senior Members encourage couples to fuck men of all races. Despite the stereotypes you may have heard about black guys, there are plenty of well-hung studs of all races in our group. As you may have noticed, for Senior Membership applicants, you don’t fuck any men the same race as your husband. We wouldn’t. The point of all the above information was that there was a mountain stream running through The Green Valley Vineyard. I stopped the truck and began fishing with my ratty old system. As I expected some workers saw me moving toward the stream and reported me. Eventually two men came to discuss it with me. Neither looked like the law to me. "Hey there," the one who looked the roughest said. The other actually looked like a country gentleman. The rough looking one appeared to have a pistol in on.