Ich war 39, sah echt scharf aus und stand auf die bösen Jungs - und vor allem die bösen Sachen, die sie so machten!Mein Exmann war so eine coole Dre...cksau. Leider lebte er die Sachen nicht mehr mit mir aus, sondern mit einer Schlampe von Schülerin, die ihn mit ihrem Kleinmädchensadismus aufgeilte. Fuck!Heute abend wollte ich mich in Stimmung bringen, indem ich mir einige Urlausbfotos ansah, die ich mit meinem Exmann - Rainer - gemacht hatte. Der Typ, der mich später die Nacht aufsuchen wollte,. . tricking you like this... way over the top. I'm so sorry."Doris pulled away. Ever sinew in her body wanted to relax right back into Hammer's embrace."Ah, could we like turn on some lights in here... it's very dark," stammered Hammer."Oh," replied Doris, "sorry. Blind folks don't use lights. I think they still work. Maybe."She heard a click from near the door. Nothing in her world changed."Thanks for helping me... Michael."Inside Doris was fighting for self control, but the huge amount of. She slept on the ground beside it in a parkland wilderness and at daylight rode about the cycle tracks looking at areas beyond the track where she could hide the bike at least a half-mile in from the road. She eventually found such a place across flood-strewn gravel on both sides of a stream that would help to cover her tire marks. Against a bank she found a depression rather than a cave behind some bushes and the next day she toiled for almost four hours with a shovel and two pails to carry. “Nice blowjob, honey,” he said. “Let’s see the rest of the package.”“I can’t, I have to get home,” I pulled away. “I need to go.”“What the hell are you talking about?” he asked. “We’re just getting started!”“Sorry,” I said as I slipped out the door and started running.“Come back tomorrow,” he called as I ran down the road.The run home was pretty uneventful, although the seam of my shorts irritated my pussy and made it dampen from the stimulation. I was exhausted when I finally staggered into.