The quickest route home cuts through the old abandoned industrial units, just five minutes to the next main road and perhaps the purchase of a bottle ...f red zinfandel and your favourite pizza for a quiet evening meal. Almost as soon as you lose site of the main road behind you sense someone close, following you. Your pace increases just slightly, your stockinged feet making barely a sound without your shoes. Quickly you get around the next corner, only to find a dead end. You face the wall as. I picked up the photos on the way home after visiting Becky at work. I scrolled through the photos finding nothing to take fault with. I found the ten best pictures and made thumbnail previews, then uploaded them to some adult newsletters. I figured that would get us noticed, and maybe we'd get some offers and probably money too.Suddenly I thought about undercover agents who might pose as porn directors and such. That got me on a paranoid tangent, so I scribbled up the first truly superhuman. “And the second one would be about two years after the first, so I’d get pregnant the second time in September or October of ‘88. And I guess at that point, you and I are done.”“With sex, perhaps, but not with each other. We’re going to have a couple of kids and you plan to stay here at least for the time being.”“I do. I’ll probably move out at some point. As much as I like living with you, I want to live in the suburbs eventually. The city just isn’t for me.”“There are a lot of good ‘burbs. As he pulled my head back by my hair, he thrust upward again, and pulled down on my waist. Impaling me as he drove hard into my aching pussy. I moaned as he filled and stretched me. Jared leaned forward, guiding my head closer to his face, with his lips against my ear he said, “Now fuck me!” I whimpered at the order. Jared knew in the day to day, I’d be damned if I took an order from him, but like this, he could have his moment of control. I began to push up with my legs and then let myself.