I guess the oldsaying is right "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!"From here until the end of my tale I want to shift the narrative.Instead of li...ting to Katie play this out, I was thinking you may wantto know things from my perspective. I have seen the whole 3-Dvid ofKatie's testimony and she makes me look like a wimp. Always crying,whining or complaining about something. I mean I lost my penis forpete's sake! That would be a big thing for most men, right?What I am going to share with. A large burly man walked into the room and he had a 5’6” skinny twink boy holding his arm. The man sat down on the floor, he had a thick limp dick under a big thick bush. The twink sat down in the man’s lap. The man wrapped his hairy arms around his boy and took a hold of the twink’s already stiff dick.Then Rick walked into the room carrying a duffle bag. I figured that it must be 7 o’clock and that all the guys were here. Rick dropped the duffle bag on the floor in the middle of the room and. I suppose it makes me a bad hostess but my visitors never complain.)…While the guys where tidying up, taking the used plates into the kitchen, Lissa, Emma and I decided to put on a show for their entertainment. We played it cool until they had finished their chores, returned to the garden and made themselves comfortable. I stood, followed by the other two girls. We flaunted ourselves in front of them, stroking our bodies, offering our breasts to them and slowly, enticingly we began to strip.. She ran her fingers through it and tried to fluff it out, to no avail. She took another deep drag on her smoke and flipped the butt out into the night air. Stepping back into the house she returned in a few seconds with a hairbrush in her hand. “Here, help me with this,” She said, handing me the brush. She turned her back to me and I started to brush the hair spray out of her long blond tresses. I was surprised at how long her hair was after I had brushed it for a while. It reached mid-way down.