She felt her pussy muscles convulse deep inside."Ohhh, yes, fuck... fuck!" the girl cried, rolling her ass from left to right."Fuck her, fuck her!"The...thought of fucking brought more harsh, whimpery gasps from her throat. She grabbed the dog's neck and pulled his nose back into the seeping pit of her cunt. Yes, she needed that something to fill herself with. Fingers and tongues weren't any good anymore. It was a kind of need Marcie didn't quite understand yet. But it had something to do with. ”I asked,”Are you serious?”I checked her Facebook profile in front of her and saw that she wasn’t lying.”I said, ” Your husband must have planned something.”She shook her head. I asked her what the matter was. She said, “My husband is in Chennai and I live with my baby of 8 months.” I thought it must be tough for her. I said,” Why don’t we celebrate your birthday together?”She said, “Why would you do that?” I said because “You look prettier when you are smiling. I want to make you smile.” She. She knew she didn’t put it there and instantly a picture began to form in her fucked up mind. “Oh! Oh, no!” She bent over further and undid the tape and yanked the phone free. She saw and read the vile writing on her thigh. Her eyes watered and she screamed with her mouth closed. She hurried back into the bedroom. She began to reconstruct and assess. It was 6:14 a.m., and Joel would have been home no later than 2 a.m., maybe 2:30 a.m. He wasn’t here. “Joel!” she shouted desperately. Maybe he. I play a solo and then later with my string quartet.”“Do I need tickets?” I asked.She handed me four tickets, “I have ten free ones. My parents and Gerry are using three, and I’m inviting a couple of friends.”“Jessica will probably have to work, but I’m sure that Kara and I can find another couple to come with us.”“Great! Thanks!” she said, and turned to walk back to where the kids where.“Admiring that extremely sexy butt?” my sister whispered.“Squirt, if there’s an unattached girl more off.