" Matter o'fact I do," came his monotoned reply and he reached beneath the counter and came up with a pair of mangled sandwiches. "Lessee, I got one b...oloney with mustard and one salami 'n cheese. I make 'em up myself at home."The tall man looked at the sandwiches then at Carolyn and smiled as if they shared a big secret. He put his hand on her elbow and turned her away from the counter."I do thank you," he chuckled, "but what we really had in mind was something more along the order of a nice. He smells of the ocean, of oil and sweat. He's dressed in jeans and a nice shirt. You really only notice the bulge in his denim. He reaches down the sides of your legs and slides your dress up your body, rough fingers on smooth skin. Legs, thighs, hips, waist. His hands stop at your breasts, the dress bunched above his fingers. He squeezes your breasts through the cloth, and you feel the strength in him.The man in front is taller, a little thin, perhaps, and slightly older. He looks as though. Rosey took one step forward, and then felt a hand larger than her neck take a hold of her hair, and throw her to the ground. Rosey let out a blood curling scream when she landed near blood covered boots, and looked up to see a tattered apron, stained with her friends insides.Sticks, mud and leaves prevented her from crawling away. She continued to scream as this massive man whom she could only compare to the size of a football player started to rev his chainsaw. The man she had come to know as. She leaned forwards to lick her tongue up my cock, circling the head. Before sliding her lips gently over him. Sucking softly on it as she slowly lowered her mouth down me. I gave a soft moan as she took me in her mouth. She slide her lips back up me, before licking me again. Only then did she start to suck on me in earnest. She slid her lips along my cock, sucking firmly on him. Taking her time, enjoying the sounds of pleasure I was making. After a short while she began to move slower, sucking.