. in the future... I saw you tell Brenda. Brenda saw your jealousy, saw your hate. And she... told Dee. And Dee... killed him." Aw, Willie," I said sa...ly, unable to keep the emotion out of my voice, "Dee couldn't kill a fly."She looked up at me again. "Dee killed my husband, Frederick."I took a deep breath and counted to ten. "Nobody killed your husband! I didn't! Dee didn't! A tree fell on him! I'm sorry it happened, but..." I'm not sorry. I hated him! But you don't know! You weren't there!. “Thought she was with that Invictus dude.”“She is. So I d-d-don’t know what she’s up to.” Maybe she was just trying to get into their bed? Or something more devious, and break them apart? Doubtful, but she didn’t know the witch well enough to make that call.Once they were out of the taxi, outside Natasha’s apartment building, they walked in and took the elevator. Still a couple hours until sunrise, and she’d made a promise. So, she stood in the elevator with her two boyfriends, and tried her. She couldn't breath and could feel her face turning purple from the lack of oxygen. She nearly fainted when the man pulled out. She sucked in as much air as she could before her mouth was filled with his cum. It sprayed into the back of her throat and into her nostrils and she choked on it, lifting her head off the bed, trying to spit it out and let it run out of her nose. A hand grabbed her by the hair and shoved her head back against the mattress. “Swallow, bitch!”She swallowed the salty. He had always found her quite beautiful, but had never considered THIS! They were friends and had been close for years. This had never happened before, but now it was and maybe it was an indication that they should be MORE than friends. As those thoughts raced through his mind, he realized that his musings had been just enough to hold back his orgasm and make the whole experience last that much longer for both of them. He looked down at her face as the first rays of the sun began to shine on.