But I just don't understand it," Harold ran his fingers through his hair despondently."Understand what Mister Bouvier?" Well her hair and makeup were ...mussed, her skirt was torn and her pantyhose had a hole ripped in them and her ass had a few scratches but she wasn't hurt," Harold said."Not all rapists beat their victims," Mike explained."Yeah; but if she had put up a fight, wouldn't she be battered and bruised? He had her in that workshop for over half an hour; why didn't someone hear her. I came across a lady in late 30s through my friend. I planned to have sex with her.I called her a night before of our incident and told how I got her number. She must have got the reason of my call. She was telling me that she was alone as well as her husband has got out of the station on a business trip. She had a girl who was studying in a hostel somewhere outside. So she is alone. Her voice was very feminine that was inviting me to have a phone sex. I expressed my desire. She said why over. She was breathing hard. She said that’s the best she had had. I said it isn’t over.We held each other in and kissed for some more time. I wanted to give her time to relax and let her breathing return to normal. But before I could make a move. She was all over me. She went between my legs and played with my balls – licking it, sucking it and biting it. She placed her boobs around my dick and played with it. She played around a bit and then got on top of me. She placed my dick on her pussy. Uggghhh! I moaned. I then unleashed a large load on her face, chin, and all over her breast. She was covered. I then turned my head. I heard a car pull up out front. I dropped her breast. I then took a few steps toward the fence. I landed in my back yard. My cock smashed into the grass. It took me a minute or two to get off the grass. I ran to my bedroom and watched. She was rubbing my cum all over upper body. She licked her fingers. Her husband walked around the side of the house a few minutes.