“Shy, quiet Olivia is writing… porn?” “Hush, you. Not porn. Erotic fantasies. Okay, yeah, it’s porn. And don’t you dare tell anyone, Jack... I mean it!” God, she loved his laugh. Full and rich and mirrored in his dark eyes. “So, when am I going to get to read it?” “You’re not.” She muttered, unable to hold his gaze, absently stirring her drink with a straw. “Oh, come one, Olivia. What’s the point of writing if no else reads it?” “I read it.” She admitted, pulling her lower lip between her. At first I try to resist saying I have things I need to do, but she knows better and I finally relent and we go outside on break to talk. When we get outside the door she is firing questions at me a mile a minute. What are you two going to do? How long have you been doing this kind of stuff? Will he do anything you ask him to do? And on and on… I said slow down a little let’s not get overheated. I told her everything that I was planning to do tonight to my husband. She was divorced and has been. She even pulled her cheeks apart with her strong fingers to allow her brown eye to be approached without any difficulty and only grunted in a shrill voice to let them all know another cock had entered her tight little puckered hole. Conchita was so vocal about her impalement that the others all gathered around to watch Angus's cock disappearing with rapid speed into her gaped crack like a big fat sausage being gobbled up by a hungry lumberjack. They all agreed she was the best anal performer of. Now within revolver range we both drew our .38 calibre revolvers, released the safeties and cocked the triggers ready to fire, but couldn,t for fear of hitting the wrong Alsatian. Our decision was made for us as the larger black dog caught the smaller one unawares and sank its wicked fangs into the unprotected neck then released the dying a****l, its muzzle now covered with blood. We both prepared to shoot the killer when it turned its glowing red eyes on us and suddenly I felt pure evil and.