Reaching down, he twisted his hand roughly to her hair and pulled her forward. She cried out in despair, her hands slapping at him futilely as he drew...her close, his lips raping hers in a brutal kiss. He could feel her fight and then just as her lips began to soften beneath his, he roughly pushed her from him to stumble against the girls that were being locked into the coffle. She hissed her hate at him as she spat on the ground. “How dare you touch me, you brute!” Hearing his laughter only. I nearly refused but Gemma talked me round (as usual).When we were ready to leave, before I could chicken out, Gemma handed me a pointy hat mad of the same material as my skirt and a black velvet cloak to wear. We climbed into the car and drove off. When we arrived we got out of the car and Gemma grabbed me and kissed me roughly. Her hand slid up the back of my skirt to squeeze me through the silk panties. I blushed but realised that anyone watching would not be able to see her hand as it was. She revealed to me that she had told her boyfriend about what we had done. In typical college boy fashion, he was jealous. So jealous. Monica was very surprised that her boyfriend reacted that way. She explained that she didn’t want to concern him, so she was going to focus on him for a while.I didn’t expect that would happen. I certainly didn’t expect her to react so conservatively. Looking back, I liked Monica and was attracted to her, but I wasn’t “in love” with her or any girl. I was. I never thought you would betray me with my own mother! Even if you didn't know how I felt about you, you shouldn't have done this." "Bill, how could you let this happen. Is that slimy cunt slut sitting next to you worth all the fucking shit that is now happening? Didn't you think of the fact that now you would be fucking your wife's cunt; the same cunt that your own son has had his cock and cum in?" "Tori, I had you pegged from the git go. You come across as a goody two shoes but the exact.