I could not cry; just felt tears flowing.Eric laughed as he saw my tears; but he did not stop at all. He started to rock back and forth, as he put one... hand onto my mound, rubbing slowly my clit…The bastard smiled as he saw the mix of pain and pleasure in my face.Soon the pain slowly started to fade away, the feeling of arousal returning.I felt myself moving onto his cock. I wanted him to fuck my ass even harder.His both hands went to my pussy; one thumb rubbing just above my clit and the other. He was fifty, five years from retirement and didn’t have too much trouble with the occasional robberies, a few shootings, but mostly drunken domestic disputes during the six months of darkness.He smiled as he recalled the pretty redhead who seemed to wear too much makeup. Her body gave men, including himself, erections. He’d love to fuck her but his wife Lois wouldn’t look too kindly upon it. So he just would arrest her and have her charged with murder. He didn’t realize that political. We both really enjoy the California lifestyle although it a bit crazy for me. Linda is more of a free spirit. I remember our first real vacation in Spain. We headed to the beach the first day there and I was shocked as she started taking off her top."What are you doing" she said as I tried to pull her suit back on"Are you really going to show the world your tits?"Yes, look around, everyone here does it.I did look around and many of the women were indeed topless."That doesn't mean you have to". They’d been invited back the following year as junior counselors. They’d all decided to go to the same state university together. After briefly parting for graduate school, they’d gotten back together. Having discovered their mutual interest in music, they had formed a band, playing parties and campus clubs throughout their college years and resuming their musical collaboration after grad school. Oddly they had all come back in the same city where they had completed their undergraduate.