I dont think normal-sane people crawl down in the shower-cramming whatever semi-appropriate object in them to try to fill themselves the same way they...were when it happened. But like I said, I guess its funny. It made me sick and I couldnt stop thinking What sick fuck gets turned on by rape? The more I thought of it, the more I convinced myself it was everything but the truth. The fact that the dominance and abuse of a stranger turned me on was avoided. I thought it was a one time thing-that. She would come home from work, make some food for herself or her husband if he was home, then retire upstairs for the evening. The woman was extremely anti social but I was still fixated on her. One morning, I noticed something out of the ordinary. I was mowing the lawn on one of the hottest days of the summer and I stopped to wipe the sweat from my forehead using my shirt. I turned to see Mrs. Fitzgerald standing in the window, and our eyes met and she quickly shut the curtains and ran to. However, that was to change very soon.One morning, we woke up to a news broadcast that an explosion had ripped through a neighborhood school. We were usually late risers on the day following an escort gig, so it was almost 10:00 AM when we flipped on the TV. The Today program was just closing down for the day when the local station broke in with the news that a major explosion had ripped through a Worcester elementary school. A total of 237 people were killed or critically injured as a result. Using the pads of her fingers, she rubbed and circled Lily's swollen clit. Never actually touching the pulsing gland, Kelly teased her lover by accidentally brushing over her clit. “Oh God! I want to feel your fingers. Please, baby. Don't make me wait,” Lily panted. Kelly urged her friend up to the side of the tub, where her pussy would be level with her face. Giving her a towel to help keep her warm, Kelly got to her knees and pushed Lily's legs wide open. She opened the woman's puffy, outer.