Where the hell could a grown woman disappear to in such a small store I asked myself. I stood by the dressing room, watching for her to come in or out... lots of women did, but Abi did not. I walked the perimeter of the store, along every wall rack, peeked behind displays, and I didn't see hide nor hair of Abi. I was beginning to think I had been tricked, or she had changed her mind and simply left. So I went back to the circular rack in the back of the store where I had first seen some things I. “I suppose it doesn’t matter now, you may as well know,” she said. Alan had met Beckey on a website where people go to read erotic literature. Alan was spending a lot of time writing stories and poetry, and was pretty good at it. That’s how he came to Beckey’s attention. They discovered they lived in the same area and began to meet in person. They began having an affair, and Beckey got Alan a membership in the Yacht club, where he met and became friends with Randall. “About a year ago. Why had I done it? A healthy dose of pity certainly had a lot to do with it. I didn’t consider myself particularly philanthropic. Still, once in a while I got the urge to do something outside my own skin, something that benefited another human. I guess it helped keep me feeling a part of the species. Shania was hurting, in spite of her protestations. She was too beautiful and young to suffer like that. Maybe I could help. A soft tap on my door brought me out of the reverie in my easy chair. I. Then I heard "Is it in her cunt or her asshole?" It was then that I realized there was someone with the person that made me do this. I should have gotten scared, or mad or something but all I could think about was that he did not stop. I could feel myself starting to get ready to climax. I tried to push hard back against him as much as I could with my ass against the wall. Just as I started to throb and climax He pulled out of me and shoved back against me, it took me by surprise and it hurt,.