" What are you talking about?" The little angel could have had a police record if you'd simply rolled over. I bet they were on CCTV like you said."I s...hrugged; I didn't feel like I'd saved anybody. I just felt tired. Susan turned to me and spoke again. "I don't care what you say, I'm putting it in my journal." What journal?" The one that I'm keeping, I want to be a reporter one day, so I'm practising. I write a journal every day. Then I read it a year later, I reckon if I can make a boring day. “Uhhh,” I gasped. It was such a relief knowing I really was going to get laid, not that I didn’t care for Barbara, considering the brief time we’d known each other. Those thoughts fled as I pulled all the way out and came back in. The initial entry, my hardness pushing open the tight muscle of her vagina, was so exquisite I did it over and over, but soon I couldn’t stand not being all the way in her, and I sheathed my penis to the hilt. “Ohh, ohh, ohhhh,” she cried. She gripped my buttocks and. It was a seperate building about 8x8 constructed like the house of adobe.It had saltillio tile like the house with two shower heads in the corner and a drain in the middle of the floor. The roof was basiclly the support for a 500 gallon storage tank for the house and the bath..There was a couple wash basins with mirrors and shelfs full of girly stuff and a bench along the other wall with clothes hooks full of robes, bras, and other girly stuff..I had two sets of hands undressing me and I helped. I could even see her dark areolas pushing against the thin fabric. I also her nice camel toe; so, I guessed she was not wearing any panties. She caught me looking at her crotch and she laughed:“Oh, yeah, babe… I am not wearing any panties at all…”Anita wiggled her hips and asked if I liked her in those tight shorts.I replied I liked to see her nice camel toe…As we drove I kept running my finger up and down her camel toe. Ana let her legs fall open wide so I could rub her clit through her.