I have one arm over her shoulder and my other hand is inside her bra. She's whispering in my ear, telling me that she's been thinking about me all day... She says the more she thought, the hotter she got. She tells me about crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together during a long meeting. She tells me that she was (and is) dripping wet. As her lips brush against my ear I feel an answering surge of lust from my groin. I squeeze her breast, rubbing my palm across her hardening nipple. She. .. What I realized after the fact is they actually all had the same problem...they were not Gwen. Gwen, on the other hand, dated a couple guys briefly before falling hard for a decent guy named Rob.Anyways, life went on and had been very normal, until she announced she was getting married. It shouldn’t have been a big deal as they had lived together for two years already and nothing had really changed in our relationship. We still had our weekly girls’ night, our occasional dares, our daily. She rode me hard, her fat ass bouncing off my hips, I watched the jiggle go through her thighs and butt. Her pussy was saturated and her moisture was all over my lower abdomen, I reached my right hand down and started to rub her sopping pussy fervently. I stopped to switch positions, I started fucking her doggy and I was pounding her fat ass like a battering ram. She was letting out little grunts of pleasure, I grabbed her by the shoulders and starting pulling her into me as I fucked her. Her. Where was the whistling? He realized this way too late just as a large arm wrapped around his throat, yanking him backwards and off his feet. Shane was tall, yes, but whoever this was was taller still and he struggled to regain his footing as he was dragged backwards. Shane tried to pry the arm off of his windpipe, grappling at the white cloth shirt. His blood ran cold as he was dragged into the bathroom. The young man was thrown on the tile floor and the chains on his pants made a loud.