A few months ago, I was at my girlfriend’s house. Her mum has recently returned home from a day out and immediately went to have a shower and get ch...nged. Thinking nothing of it, it wasn’t until I went to the bathroom later that night, where my opportunist mindset kicked in. As I finished up doing the toilet, I went to the dirty laundry basket in the hope of finding her mum’s belongings. I could see that her running pants were folded over and I opened them out for a better look. What I found. "She was behind me now and I felt her hands on my shoulders. She caressed them gently, almost absentmindedly as she spoke softly. "I had to call you and ask you down to meet and talk once again - especially after reading the piece in the paper - I am sorry she's gone, I know how close you were." Yes." I replied, trying to hide my feelings and then, failing miserably felt the tears come again. Someone once said that grief is like seasickness - when it strikes, it takes over totally, and just. I asked her if she would fuck him and she just said that there was no way that his dick would fit in her. we ended up fucking and i asked her to imagine what it would be like to have chris's dick in her. she didnt think it would fit in her because she was too small for him.one night chris and i drank while my gf and us joked around. he pretended to go to sleep bc he was so drunk that after i had finished fucking her i talked her into going over to his bed and sleeping with him. i told her that. I climbed on top of command cars and fired into them; I climbed over an SUV and fired thru the roof into the cab. Got body armor on Sparkey? Let's try a little test.Oh, shit it hurts.No. I hurt. It's me that's hurting. Got to keep these things straight or I could end up a basket case. Wouldn't want that to happen, now would we?I stopped moving. I couldn't see any movement. I couldn't hear any screaming or crying, moaning or whimpering. Just the sounds of motors running. I fumbled a new clip.