When we'd split up, my belief had been that Maggie and I had simply found ourselves together by force of habit. She had her circle of friends and her ...areer and I had mine. Our spheres of influence had barely intersected if at all. When she had left her job as a journalist to raise the kids I could almost feel the palpable resentment she harboured against me. No matter how much I tried to follow the textbook methods of supporting her, it was never enough. She had always been unable to forgive. " For once I said what I was thinking without putting my foot in my mouth. Her face lit up with a smile and she said "You ain't so bad yourself," as she gave me a quick hug. "There's some leftover roast beef and mashed potatoes. I figure you can use some protein. I already had mine." She made a production of licking her lips.This was definitely not the skinny, pigtailed girl I left to her own devices three years ago. This was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to take it. It. Katie slipped quietly out of the bed and picked up her heels and the skimpy clothes she wore last night at the lounge. She quietly proceeded out of the room and then dashed down the long hall and through the maze of stairs and corridors back to her room, praying that someone would not catch her completely naked covering herself only with the rumpled clothes she had just picked up.When Katie reached the door, she peered through the window to see if any of the girls were still awake. She breathed. His hand disappeared inside her fuckhole. She was impaled on both ends, a fist in her asshole and a fist in her cunt. ‘Hey man, I can feel you in there,’ Jake remarked. ‘God, I like this bitch. What a fuckin’ whore. Let’s give her a real fist fuckin” Jake began pulling his fist from her asshole and then plunging it back in. All Barbara could do was let out loud groaning sounds as Jake pistoned his fist in and out of her tight asshole. Her anal hole opened and closed repeatedly to accommodate.