Thereare a good number of his "targets" that I would dearly love to see dead. Giventhe opportunity, I'd pull the trigger myself. I am cooking, lost in...my thoughts,something neither of us will really taste, but enough to keep us going. Thestory of our lives.I am also watching Frank, becausehe fascinates me. No, that has nothing to do with my decision to stay withhim.Frank is tall, a bit over sixfeet, and every inch of it muscled. Black hair, and the coldest blue eyes thisside of hell. His face. I did not know what to say she always seemed so shy yet there she stood naked in front of me.About that time I pick my jaw up off the floor as the phone was ringing, Vishal answered it and after a minute or so yelled down stairs that he had to go help out a friend who was broke down on the side of the road. Normally I would have gone with him but I still found myself unable to speak more than one word. Nisha yelled back that we would be waiting for him in the pool when he got back. “I’ve had my. Her eyes told you that she was yours. Again you kissed her soft except this time she told you “don’t…” She was right. Trying to clear your head you thought of your wife asleep. You help her off the floor and walk her to the bathroom. You start the water and tell her to get in. You shut the glass watching the water run down her body. If you watched you might never leave. You walked out to the bedroom. Fuck. You slam your fist into the bed. You lied to your wife. You just fucked the. I could feel it swell and heave. Even when I gagged and almost threw up, he did not stop or even slow down for that matter. It felt like it when on forever. All I could taste was blood and his filthy cock. All I could hear was the ringing in my head and the sound my head made every time he banged it against the sticky dumpster. I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth and I was almost cretin he was getting close to shooting his load, when suddenly I heard footsteps. “This Motherfucker.