Then he made me watch as he raped Charles. It steeled my resolve to kill the monster. Then the monster made me watch as he took a rope and hung Charle... by the neck. I can still see his feet and legs kicking in the air. It took a long time for Charles to die. Our eyes met, I thanked Charles for the chance of life, for his devotion and love for me. We spoke with looks, no words were possible. The light went out in his eyes and took the light in mine with his, as he died."My beloved Charles died. Lying there quietly you feel a presence nearby and it's confirmed when a weight settles next to you on the bed. A hand gently caresses your face and you twist away, your heart hammering in your chest, but the hand continues down your neck and chest, lightly brushing your nipple, it stiffens to the touch, another hand glides up your thigh and touches your clit, and again you try to pull away to no avail. The weight on the bed shifts and you smell aftershave, feel warm breath on your breast and. We chatted for a short while before going our separate ways and continuing our grocery shopping. That night after dinner while my daughter was watching tv in the lounge, my husband and I where having a drink and chatting in the kitchen. We chatted breifly about Amanda and he told me that his facial fetish started off when he was dating her back in his matric days, that she was the first girl who's face he shot his cum onto. We continued chatting for a while when he asked me if I would mind. As I stuffed my cock into her mouth , I looked towards jayant.“Do u like your wife to be a slut with other men?” I asked him.He just shook his head dumbly. I took a handful of Divya’s tits and squeezed them hard. She moaned with my cock in her mouth. I stretched out and caressed her bare ass. I squeezed her ass, and the ran my finger very slowly along the wrinkled crease of her ass crack. She rolled her eyes back at this. As I forced my finger into her tight little butt, she took a sharp intake.