She put up a token struggle but we both knew it was a waste of effort. She was mine! I picked up my fixed blade knife from its sheath on my belt and s...oved her back out through the kitchen. I paused on the back porch to grab a hank of clothesline I had bought over the weekend to replace the one that was old and ready to break. I walked her out into the middle of my back yard at 11:00 in the morning. Her shirt had fallen back over her breasts and her pushed aside bra made her look horribly. Within 5 minutes she came. Her lower body started to get stiff. She took a deep breath inside and her breast rose to the maximum. Two more rubs and she reached her orgasm. She started to release and she came to like it was tap running inside her pussy.I continued rubbing and she was withering with pleasure pinned to the wall. She was moaning so loud, I thought neighbors would hear it. But I continued. It went on for 30 seconds and then she was over. I pulled out my hand and kissed her. She fell. ”He tried to pronounce the author’s name with no success. Bob and I started laughing as we left the library.Six months into my sentence, while Bob was reading a book, he put it down.He said to me. “The reason I am in here is that I killed my step-dad. He kept on beating my mum and also abusing my sister. They were too scared to do or say anything. Until one day I had enough, I did something about it by beating him to death with a baseball bat.”I looked up; he was just staring into space. That. Brad moved closer, with his face closer to hers now, and with a movement that felt more like a tease, he got closer, just touching. She picked on the cue and slowly they moved to kissing. It always happened that way, the uneasiness and then the passion. She liked his kisses, they felt strong and knowing. Their kissing was passionate and they both felt overcoming to the heat generated by their closeness. They wore only their bath robes while sitting in bed, and their robes fell.