Busted_(1)
Busted I don’t know which startled me more, the sound of the pistol being cocked or the question. “What the fuck are you doing?” “This is not good,” I’m thinking to myself. “Well, answer me, creep,” demanded the beautiful, armed, lady. Now I’ve done some foolish things in my time, but this had to be the worst. Here I am, pants around my ankles, jacking off with a pair of ladies black silk soiled panties wrapped around my cock and another pair up in my face being sniffed. “Well, uh, uh, I was, uh,” I stammered. “Oh just shut the fuck up” she exasperatedly replied. I reached down to pull my pants up. “Don’t you move a muscle!” she ordered. “This is just great. I leave you here to install a satellite dish and come …