“Remember, do not stop until you fucking cum!” Emma ordered. With a grin on my face, I shoved my erect cock into Emma's pussy. She gasped as I en...ered her. Then I began to thrust my cock in and out of her pussy as I fucked her hard. Emma shrieked as I gave her rough sex in an erotic and truly arousing position. As Emma screamed, I dug my fingernails into the back of her thighs, leaving scratch marks on her legs while my cock made its mark on her wonderful pussy. “Fuck!” Emma shrieked, as I. Fortunately, she remembered the wise advice of her head eunuch Brother John when he warned her that revenge was a potion best imbibed cold because it was a double-edged sword that might do her an injury from which she might never recover.At the moment, she was sitting in the large wooden tub bathing in the scented water the two girls had drawn for her and she allowed one of them to brush her hair whilst the other one combed her pretty bush under the surface with a strange look on her face like. I’m in recovery right now!” I chuckled.We said goodbye and I hung up.“What?” Elyse asked.“Bethany’s rapist was murdered in prison!” I said gleefully.“Jesus, Steve. You sound like you won the lottery,” Jackie said.“He should!” Elyse said. “That asshole raped at least three other girls, probably more! He even got a nickname from the press. Now he’s dead! It’s too bad they didn’t do the ‘cut off his balls and stuff them in his mouth’ thing!”“Wow. I never realized,” Jackie said. “I mean I knew that. ." Aerobatic ... OK? You mean that?" Bill realized he'd convinced her.They gave their notice at work. The reason, E'veen's recurring headaches. As much as E'veen has been an, "I'm with him," girl, Bill was an "I'm with her," guy. They got excellent references.They took the bus (ick) to Tulsa, waited until dark, timed it to 1936 with their luggage and got a hotel suite. They went to dinner and enjoyed the evening. Billy Graham wasn't established there yet, so they could go dancing.1936 wasn't.