This may be a little scary, but it's also the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me. I need to relish every second I can, relish every mome...t with her before she's gone. Almost everything really good that happens to me is all too brief. I work up my nerve and walk out of the alley and head to the edge of the windows facing out from my studio. Standing there for a moment I swallow deeply and walk to the entrance. Past the point of no return now. She probably can already see me. Taking. I think the facts of life — his sister's life — had started to penetrate."If I see her, I'll ask."Since I had a few minutes before I had to go to soccer — and use the boys locker room to shower afterwards — we decided we would stop by and see Emily Adams. She was still in her room, although she was getting ready to leave.She was so damned cute! "Am I glad to see you two!" she exclaimed when she saw us. And then she blushed bright red."Need some help again?" I asked.All the poor woman could do. She timidly lifted up her dress to her waist, revealing the source of the blood. "I-I tried to wait, I just couldn't help myself." Embarrassed, she sunk deeper into the grass. It all made sense to me now. The blood on her hand, and down her legs. It was her doing. I brushed her golden hair out of her eyes, and then stood up. A few feet away was a small stream. I removed my shirt, and wet it partially in the water. I walked back to Samantha, and began wiping the blood away with the shirt. She. I fantasized about what she might be doing. The sensations were addictive. It's imagining the woman you love being intimate. It was an incredibly naughty act to think of Pricilla fucking someone else, especially a friend. The effect to my senses was a shock, like a hard drug. It's a sensual addiction that is hard to match; the thought of my wife's vagina entered by the penis of another man. The thought of her slipping off her panties, opening herself and submitting to an adulterous act of.