She was wearing a tight white singlet top, a pair of dark skin-tight jeans with silver decorations, leather boots, and a cool leather jacket. She look...d great, and she'd done something with her hair that made it look sensational. She looked a million dollars.She'd smiled at him when he saw her. "This is the old me. It's the first time I've worn this stuff since Mum and Dad died — it's a little small now, but it just fits. Actually, this is my first night out since they died."Chris's dad had. He screamed and dropped to the ground.Vivie placed her foot on her man’s throat and pressed. “Pass the word, asshole. There’s rabbits with claws in this neighborhood.” There was a smear of blood on her shoe, so she wiped it on the pimp’s shirt, picked up her sandwiches and led the others away.Wendy half ran to catch up with Vivie and demanded, “Who are you people?”“Later, Sweetie,” Vivie told her. “We need to get off the street before any more vermin show up. You lead, and we’ll follow.”Wendy. It wasn't long before the doorbell rang and she went to meet her friend still butt naked. It took a long time before she came back to our room towing her friend by the biggest cock I have seen in real life. It was at least eight or nine inches and her fingers didn't wrap all the way around it. She sat on the bed and took his cock head in her mouth. He fucked her face for a few minutes then she pushed herself back and spread her legs. She said loud enough for me to hear " fuck my married pussy. Then, when I had it down, I came prepared. I had walked from a distant entrance to the woods, and watched as she pulled her car around to the back of the house, and got out. She was coming from practice, and still wearing her Majorette outfit, so I could see my fantasy playing out. I was more organized this time, too. In my bag, I had 2 pairs of play handcuffs that I had disabled the safety release on. I also had taken my Dad’s .38 pistol. I was familiar with ballistics, but didn’t plan.