She probably found the letter I left in her cabinet listing her best friends names and address, scaring her from getting anyone else involved. Or mayb... she actually enjoyed the rape. Or maybe she knows the police won't be able to find me, leaving her full of shame. I watched her movements for a week as she threw out all her husbands clothes from her home, she started visiting a office to talk to a lawyer everyday, and hasn't been seen with her husband since I told her about him cheating on her.. ” How can I be proud of my slit? He was different. His eyes never held a moment of possessiveness or lust, just wonder. I had a difficult time making sense of what his face revealed to me.My hand involuntary moved downwards to cover my shame. What the fuck was happening to me? Was I suddenly ashamed of the nudity of my sex? Why?He gently lifted my hand from my slit and softly kissed my pussy. It was just a peck, but I could feel a warm glow penetrating my insides, enveloping my whole body. He. . OOH, BRAD, OOOH, BRAD, BABY, OH, I'M CUMMING, OH, HONEY, YOU MADE ME CUM, OH, OH, oh, oh, Brad, baby, oh, don't stop, honey, just keep fucking me, oh, please just fuck me."My son kept on going and I kept on moving my hips around under him, yes, I thought I might just like to do this for several more hours. Oh, did this feel wonderful. I had forgotten how teenaged boys had dicks of steel. Mmm, it was lovely. I was trying to think more about the pleasure of the moment than about the. "Robert overheard the conversation. "I think Pheeb will be upset if you leave Drew. Can't you manage another day?" I'm sorry Bob, I don't see anyway out of this without upsetting someone. I thought we could just be friendly. She managed it at the funeral but she wasn't drinking then." I don't think she drinks that much normally." All the more reason for me not to be here when she gets up. She'll have a hell of a hang over and if she remembers, she'll be embarrassed if she sees me."We left it at.