As she approached me I felt like I was about to be shot. She helped me to my feet and into the house. She told me to sit at the kitchen table and not ...to move. The other girl stood behind me with a baseball bat just waiting for the chance to strike. As the first girl cleaned my wounds and taped my ankle I did my best to explain what had happened. I wasn't sure she believed me but she said she wouldn't call the cops if I repaired the damage I had done. I of course agreed. She said I was to come. Somehow he deducted that my wife's name was Prudence and that you had great tits and were a bit of a slut. He added it all up and decided to make a fifty dollar bet that he could free your tits from their less than adequate confinement. I upped the ante to five hundred and took the bet. The three conditions were that I not talk to you before midnight, his buddy hold the money, and also be the judge as to which of us was the winner," I added. "Great tits? I like that part! I'm afraid I see where. I heardthe garage door and the car. Was she going out to buy my hose? Didyesterday really happen? I threw off my covers and went into thebathroom. There was a note taped to the mirror and my mother's electricshaver and a bottle of body lotion on the counter. I took down the noteand read: "Take a shower then shave your legs with the shaver. Put somelotion on your legs when you get done. Love, Mom."I hadn't planned on shaving my legs. I showered and dried off. I didn'thave a lot of hair on my. Savouring the feel of her tight cunt. He pushed further into her tight snatch. It was pure bliss, it was like she was still a virgin.Miss Tobin felt his cock enter her. She felt every detail of the tool that had raped her for weeks now. She knew every detail on it. The thick vein that runs up the right side, the piece of foreskin that catches forming four little ridges at the bottom of the head, the small gathering of spots located near his ball sack. She knew every square inch of his dick..