Her body responded under my touch, her hips grinding back against me. “You like me touching you there don’t you?” I asked. Her answer was to sig... once again and nod softly. “How about here” I enquired as I pushed my my fingers deeper into her denims. This time she gasped as my fingers found the hood of her clit. I felt her legs wobble and she shifted slightly to part her thighs for me, allowing me to move my hand further into her jeans. A deep moan escaped her lips as I firmly moved my middle. Why don’t you leave us alone…that cocaine that Patrick stole was part his anyway…you were supposed to be partners…’ ‘If it was partly his why did he steal it?’ ‘To get away from you…to start a new life away from all the violence.’ ‘Well it didn’t work did it? Patrick’s alive, probably going to have a hell of a headache when he comes ’round. Now get a fucking move on.’ And he grabbed her wrist, twisting her arm behind her back and holding a knife up to her side, ‘This is what we’re going to. I am not sure i kinda started with that fetish early on an not being gay or bi i like two guys on one girl or gangbangs. Well fucking married women wasnt mt plan it just happend and when i knew i wasnt going to get her permanently i did all i could to show her husband she was fucking another guy. I stretched it so many ways, had her so open. With the flow of info, what she masturbated when she had sex if she did ither couples or guys with her husband and i used that info and the stimulating of. Though to be fair, I’m far closer in age to him than I am to her. I drink it anyway. Scanning her messy bedsit, I slowly piece together the events that brought me here. The two hour drive up this afternoon, meeting up with her and her friends in the Union Bar. Just seeing them together made me feel old and question what the hell I was doing there. Then she brought me back here. I can see the door we fell through, kissing passionately – grabbing and removing each other’s clothes before it had.