He was perfect. Strong and dominant. And a body to die for and OMG a cock like she had never imagined before. Nothing like her husbands, not even c...ose. She couldn't describe her desire for it. It was, she thought, the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I must have it, I must have it in me. It's so close now. "Come on Peter, fuck me please", she whispered looking to his steel gaze. I am her for you, for your pleasure. Come and take me."Ok girl. Here we go". Peter dragged his head. Bill became immersed in his project. August flowed into September. The weather was still hot and humid but Bill ignored it. He was spending money but it was mostly his unemployment. His savings were only about $1000 less than when he got home. On Columbus Day weekend Bill opened the garage door and drove outside in his new ride. He had converted his father’s old Ranger pickup into a large trike. He shortened the bed, cut the cab down to almost nothing and took the doors off. Instead of the old. Hilde gave me a cup of tea at every meal that seemed to help with the ache in my abdomen while Fernando announced that we would resume training the next day, despite my physical and emotional pains.Fernando and I ran around the village a few hours after dawn dressed in sweats and white t-shirts and came back to his house to practice spin kicks. I tried the first one he showed me a couple of times before he realized I was not really putting my all into the effort."Alexandra! This will not do!. ” Upon saying wish, the foggy figure dissipated. Gerald sat on edge of his bed thinking of what his first wish would be. World peace, the knowledge of the meaning of life, ruler of the world, and similar types of wishes passed through his head, but he dismissed them as childish and too drastic of changes for the world to happen. Although Gerald was a quiet and brooding person, who most believed to go on a killing spree, Gerald believed that the world must make its own choices without his.