Her head slammed back and she let out a deep scream that turnedinto a moan. He began fucking her hard. There was nothing gentle about it. Hewas poundi...ng her. From where I was, I could see his thick cock coming halfwayout of her and then slamming back in. I could see the expressions of pain on herface. But I also noticed what looked a little like pleasure in her eyes. He fucked her for a good twenty minutes, at one point picking her up bythe waist and slamming her like a doll onto his shaft. I. It is a true story, however I have changed the names. Rusty was glad it was Friday because he had the weekend off. He headed out the main gate of the Naval Air Station, turned left and walked 200 yards to the small covered city bus stop. Rusty would make the city bus to San Francisco. This had been his routine for the past fourteen months when he had the weekend off. This weekend would be anything, but routine he would learn by Sunday afternoon. It would be a weekend he would remember the rest. In the dim light I could just make out her hand between her legs, she was slowly rubbing her clit through her panties. For a quick moment we stared at each others face. In a sort of inquisitive way, without using any words, I think we were both trying to gauge where this was leading. As I looked into her eyes she opened her mouth slightly and let out a slow long quite breath. Helen then moved her head and eyes down to her waist in a attempt to draw my attention to what she was now doing with. I quickly mastered the camcorder and the software by shooting squirrels in the nearby park. Then, I spent several hours practicing with the right angle and exposure, no pun intended, to shoot into the bathroom. Setting the camcorder on the tripod just inside my bedroom, I went into the bathroom and mimicked Ellie's movements. After what seemed like dozens of tries, moving the camera further back into the bedroom and zooming in just right, I finally got a crystal clear shot.Lucky for me that it.