Even at her suggestion some of them were backing off, a little nervous of the group. It was fortunate there were no larger gangs around, or things could have gotten messy... But as it was it was loners and petty crooks, that retreated slowly. And then quickly, when one of the men shot someone less reluctant to leave and spun his gun around toward more; at that point they scattered pretty quickly! He pocketed the gun after, which was a blessing, but growled out in low curiousity. "Yeh better have somethin' good, bullet's aint cheap!"<br/><br/>"Heh, yeah, what you plannin' on, pretty tits?" "Gonna give us all the nights of our life, are yeh?" "She fuckin' better."<br/><br/>Only one actually remained silent; he that was still eagerly pounding her cunt. That she was losing interest and holding another conversation was neither here nor there; he was loving the tight, velvety tunnel and all that it could do for him. His prick was -aching- for it's release, and it was only the vague knowledge that he didn't get such a fine cunt often that held him back from simply spattering here there and then.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>