About what I’d do without him. Without you.”“Did I make a mistake?” he asked her.“No Joe. I’ve never felt so alive. So ... at peace.”“...ot now though.”“No.”“Am I your drug? What I did to you?”“No! I don’t know. Maybe. Is this withdrawal? Is that what you’re saying? It’s not. I just feel ... alone. With you leaving. With Jonathon...”“But Jonathon isn’t here during the week. How do you cope with that?”“I have Tom and Martha. I have the kids. I make plans.”“Plans?”“Choreography. Sets and lights and. Cash had patiently watched as she prepared the sandwiches and was now making a salad, but she knew that this apparent gentleness would turn into violent passion if he were provoked. She was aware of her breasts hanging out from the tear in her tee shirt, and she could feel the cool air rush against her leg from where they had ripped open the leg of her jeans up to her crotch, exposing one softly-rounded cheek of her buttocks. She tried vainly to conceal herself by pulling her legs close. He then led my wife upstairs to the guest bedroom…It looked like it was going to be a real long night for them...I had to content myself with listening to my wife's screams from the next room as I heard that black bastard slap Anita's ass cheeks as he fucked her and called her a slutty white bitch for black cock...After a couple of hours Ana came back through to our bedroom. Her body was a complete mess; she had semen stains all over and her pussy was dripping a mix of her own juices and Matt’s. "Oh, much fun, guys, the kind of fun that you're beginning to learn about, I think." "I'll bet every guy there was hitting on you, Mrs, Arnold." "It's Helen, guys, and I think I'm also a bit overdressed for our own little party," and I stood up and pulled off my top and bottom, taking plenty of time for them to take in every square inch of skin I was presenting them with. "You are really beautiful, Mrs., uh, Helen, just gorgeous," said Josh. "Well, I don't understand why you're both so far.