Noch immer wusste Victoria nicht, wer sich ihrer bem?chtigt hatte. Jedenfalls schien er sehr gut zu wissen, wo sie am empfindlichsten war, denn ein gl...tschiger Finger begann ihren Anus zu umspielen und drang dann in sie ein. Nachdem sich der Muskel gelockert hatte, folgten zuerst ein, dann zwei weitere Gummifinger. So wurde ihr gro?e Lust bereitet. Durch die Spreizung der Schenkel war ihr Geschlecht etwas angehoben worden, so dass es nicht direkt auf dem Untergrund ruhte, sondern das Gros ihres. I never had felt this much excited on the bed. I never had experienced my nipples such hard. He was squeezing each of my breasts and suck them. His one hand had pushed my skirt up to my thighs.He sat on the bed and he pulled me up for a hug. I can’t believe how I lost my mind and let him remove my blouse. He removed my blouse and bra. He hugged me again, smooched my back and kissed my face. He whispered, “Itna tension kyun.” I was in not a position to talk or protest.I was stagnant, he was true. She pampered me, allowed me the decisions in all matters - big or small. I asked her to stop using nail-polish, telling her I thought it made her look cheap, she threw out all the bottles and never used it again. She now wears skirts or dresses because I once told her half-heartily that I thought women looked sexier in a skirt than pants. Only months after did I realize that I hadn't seen her in anything but a skirt since that comment.Each weekend since I moved out I came over to her townhouse,. The cancer, finding out about Molly, the weird ennui and emotional exhaustion and everything else I could remember. Then I explained how I woke up with a greater sense of purpose than I could remember in months. I knew that he wouldn’t be happy with my decision, but I was going to destroy her. There was some synergy at play. I was going to die, and Molly was going to wish she was dead.“Saying I’m sorry sounds pathetic, doesn’t it, Gordon? But I am. You don’t deserve this. Let’s just talk.