”What the fuck?!Was this bastard for real right now?I immediately closed my eyes, suddenly trying to restrain myself, as I had the urge to rip out h...s throat. And not for his blood this time.No, I just wanted to slaughter the bastard.A small part of me was glad I was at least facing the wall as I felt my chest and back turn gray, knowing no one would see if my face showed signs of changing too. Still, I couldn’t believe this was really happening right now. How could someone be so arrogant and. My hands fluttering along her torso, back and forth, nails lightly scratching her smooth alabaster skin. Her hips gently circling, soft mewls slipping from her lips. I suddenly ground down on her, my pubes pressed firmly to hers, feeling her heat, her slick arousal coating mine.Her face changed, her eyes flew wide open and she moaned:"God Syl, I've masturbated to visions of you right here for two years! Now please, FUCK ME!"To say I was surprised would be a massive understatement. I'd eyed her. I knew I shouldn't be doing this. Knew i should be talking to you and learning if your doing what i asked. Living your life, and not crying over me. But i couldn't. I didn't. I wanted to sit here forever with you. But i knew i only had till the sun rises again. I only had a few hours till then. I had time to do both, right? I could make you scream and then talk to you. I kissed you there and smiled when you arched and moaned in response. I slowly slid my tongue into you then moved my hand. And after all, didn't Mr. Dodge take special care to emphasize that Mrs. Dodge would be at the party too? What could be wrong with accepting his kind invitation? Surely, the contacts she could make at a party like this would be a great help in her modeling career, maybe even in Phillip's art practice.Jessica was reluctant for another reason, too... it was only a few short days since that horrible night at Marty Felder's. That nightmare was still indelibly etched in her mind, and there still.