.. I told her to bend over and when she did she reached back and handed me her phone which contained all the texts between she and Mr BBC. While I was...fucking her I read things like "that pussy was tight as fuck yo boyfriend must not kno what he doin" and "my favorite part was u giving me head.)" To my suprise I fuckin loved it. I told her to describe every detail of the night to me and I think I came 5 times in a row. I couldn't contain myself after she told me all about how they hung out on. Even the vibrator. Ten minutes or more went by. I felt something strike my bottom hard! I couldn’t imagine what it was. It felt like a fist, but smaller. There was fluid leaking now and I knew I would be bruised. It hurt! The blows continued over the course of time and finally I realized that I was the target for their paintball guns! They always complained about the bruises it left behind – and they were wearing clothes. That must have been the circles they drew. Targets. They stayed at my. I had thought she was just a touchy-feely person, but there had been signs of a more intimate interest. "Interest me in you? You mean like in... " I saw hope, fear, and anticipation of rejection in her eyes. I suddenly understood. "Claire, I... I'm not ruling that out." She breathed a sigh of relief and the amount of hope increased. I considered the implications. "I'm sorry if I missed some signals, sweetie, but I've had a very complicated life for the past year. I'm not exclusive. I've only. Many of the elderly in the room looked at each other with fresh eyes. Liz was crying as Herb held her gently. The grandsons gave him a thumbs-up sign. He knew they understood the message he had given.The silence in the room stretched to a point that was uncomfortable. The reporter slowly eased her way out of the church. John wondered if he would hear about this on the news tonight. He stood up and walked over to the priest, tapping him on the shoulder. The priest was shaken from his.