A moment of confusion on his face as the report from the gun slammed three or four rounds through his crotch and thighs. He screamed and collapsed ont... the floor, grabbing at where his dick used to be.I tried to say, "Fuck you," but it just came out as rasping slur. Unfortunately he bled out in just a few seconds, one of the bullets having severed his iliac artery.Very slowly and in great pain I sat up. I don't know where I was pulling the strength from, but every motion made me feel stronger,. I often wondered what they were thinking. I wanted so much to be considered hot for them. “MILF,” I chuckled to myself on more than one occasion. I found myself purposefully moving to the bench press when they lifted. I would straddle the bench, facing them as they leaned back, opened their legs, god, hoping for a glance of upper thigh, a misguided cock head. I grew bolder, starting to stand near their heads, spotting for the bench press. Could they smell my sex? Was I wet enough for the musky. She took the tube and added a more generous amount to two fingers. I took a deep breath, and her hand reassuringly circled my chest as she told me to keep stroking my cock. When her two fingers pushed past the opening, I tensed up and let out a moan of pain. Her fingers held still until I had relaxed.“Are you doing okay?” She asked as the two fingers moved inside me.“Yes, much better now.” I felt her fingers twist and pull apart as they slid deeper inside. She told me a third finger was needed. When I returned I explained it to him and we started playing.In our houses we would take it in turns to lie back on our sofa or bed and take each other’s trousers off and play with the others penises. Very similar to before but a sense of control had crept in because one of us was fully clothed and the other half naked. At the time that twist on the situation did not mean anything but I was aware that I was becoming more aroused and regularly oozing more and more precum fluid.I used to love.