She was really tight and gasped and grunted and yelled holy sht when my seven plus inches slammed inside her and up against her cervix. She was except...onally tight just like her sister and I loved the feel of sliding into her. My cock is really thicock and when I fuck my wife I have to go slow or it is painful for her but I didnt care with Beth I wanted it to hurt. I wanted her to feel every inch and be sore for a week when I was done with her. As i had promised earlier in the day I pounded. It may be hours before we know if he truly intends to smear my wife in fresh scat. I have to keep reminding myself that so far, except for the blood, she isn’t doing anything she hasn’t done or wanted before. Sure that’s rationalizing, but I can’t cope with this and my rage without it. I quietly scribbled a note and slipped it to Lee. “Call FBI. Give them URL and explain it all. They only have a few hours to trace the site. I’ll stall them.”“She seems too comfortable. Watch this!” He produced. The phone rang, making me jump. I stared at it for a moment and then reached over and picked it up. "Hello?" Jen?" It was Charlie! "Did you just call me and hang up?"Charlie obviously had caller ID on her phone. I cursed myself for not having thought of that. After all, we had it on our own phone. For a moment I was unable to think of a thing to say to her."Jen?" She said, her voice lightly irritated. "Hello? Are you there?" I'm uh, sorry Charlie." I finally stammered. "I'm here." Cool." She. Quickly lathering and rinsing, Joanna flipped the shower off and jumped out, grabbing a nearby towel. She wouldn't have time to fix her hair, so up it went into a bun and out the door she went.Once she was out the apartment front door, the cold air struck her like a hammer. Winter was steadily moving into the region, and the weather was changing for the worse. Her breath was caught as she walked to her car, hoping the seats were warmer then usual. She would need to move to beat morning traffic.