They were both dressed in the fashionably casual southwest look, short skirts and sleeveless tops. Porn Scanning the underbrush for a makeshift weapon, he spotted a rock about a foot long and six inches thick. Reluctantly they began to undress, the blonde weeping, the brunette shaking uncontrollably. Are you ready, Bruce?”
Bruce lowered a ramp from the van, then emerged pushing a wheelbarrow filled with two shovels, a 50lb bag of lye, and some other supplies. He sat on her, straddling her ribcage, and raised the rock. The girl started to cry more desperately, making pleading sounds that Scott couldn’t understand. He looked at the back of her head, her face obscured by her hair. A feminine voice from within said something about “car trouble.” He looked in and his heart skipped a beat. The rest of their gear was in the van.
