Suits and dresses. Shirts and blouses. Separate but together. Mingled but not touching, much like their life had become. ‘I’m leaving you…….�... Stepping over his cold dead body lying on the floor, the red river of life that had drained out of him onto the clean and pristine cream carpet, she walked over to the open doors and reached in to straighten the half removed suit back onto its hanger. Smoothing her hand, the one without the familiar gold band, the one with the specks of blood upon it, she. The long dildo in my pussy was attached by a rod to the mat I was standing on. Even up on my toes there was still at least four to five inches left in my pussy. Trying to move in any direction more than two inches, even trying to bend forwards, stretched my pussy walls uncomfortably. With my ankles secured by a short chain I couldn't step off the mat. My own weight kept me impaled. Once I was stretched and as long as I didn't try to move away or bend forwards to far, I wasn't really. After he taped Jeanette Hathcock’s hands he ran his hand up her legs and under her skirt and squeezed her buttocks through her nylon panties. His cock was hard inside his jeans and he could hardly wait for Ray to finish with Nadine so he could have some fun with this woman.Jeanette felt Steve’s calloused hand slide up her legs, rasping on her pantyhose, and then disappear under her skirt and fondle her buttocks through her panties. Her husband hadn’t touched her that way in years; he was quite. I never got another chance to repeat this and I was so hard the whole time we kissed but the worst part was I never could say anything as it would have gotten back to Peter. When we were fifteen his parents had divorced but I think they had been having problems for a while before that because I remembered times where I was over their house and you could cut the tension with a knife.So Peter’s father had moved out of the house and his mother had resumed working due to the situation but otherwise.