"And I'll get something to clean the blood off the floor. Don't want it to stain the wood, now do we?" Good thinking my man. And if you would, please ...sk Mrs. Kraft to send in some fresh coffee. This pot seems to have gotten cold."Kraft nodded and started to turn."Mr. Kraft," Zach called. "Tell Dawson and Colton that if they're still here in the morning; they'll be joining Billings and the Sheriff."Kraft nodded again and smiled. "It will be a pleasure Mr. Carson."Mr. Kraft helped the wounded. That and the rosemary potatoes, I know you are a sucker for those.”He laughed; I knew what my dad liked. He paused and gave me a bit of a queer look.“So you have been here before?”“I have not, but Bethany has.”“Um, how does that work?”“We share the same body, but in my mind, we are two different people.” I took a sip of wine to collect my thoughts. “Can you tell me about Bethany Wilson?” I could see on his face he was curious. “Well, it started my sophomore year, my roommates were going out all. I hesitantly admitted thatI did. She asked me more about it and we chatted about it some more as weran, she had lots of questions and as she was so accepting I was honestwith my replies. In fact it was the highlight of my week, I'd alwaysdreamt of being able to talk to a woman so openly.The next time I met her she told me how she'd thought of an idea thatwould benefit us both. She explained how she was running the marathon toraise money for a breast cancer charity. She would be running in. My watcher noticed, he grunted, “Oh yeah, baby, play with that pussy, make yourself cum baby, watch my cock explode!”I opened my eyes, staring at that stiff prick, so close, watching his hand jerking rapidly up and down, hearing little grunts and noises he was making as his cock got ready to fire. I was wildly rubbing my wet lips, again feeling my other juices start to take over. That spurred me on, and I could feel the burning heat of orgasm pooling in my groin, ready to explode,.