.....being in love.Unfortunately, all romantic love stories have to come to an end. At least this imagined one.You will never know how or why this hap...ens. Only that it happens.On a lonely 7 pm evening, you find yourself sitting on your blue chair, staring at your screen, looking for stuff to fap to on DeviantArt. And you don't feel disappointed by any bit. With one hand on the mouse and another in the pants, you click through adult artwork of the charming cheerleader chased by you in your. Suffer the little children. Suffering makes us stronger. Suffering bringsus closer to all things pure and heavenly. So many thoughts filled her head,confusing her, making it hard to remember? hard to think?She stiffened then took a deep breath as if to reinforce her resolve. Rebecca had suffered. Rebecca had suffered for such a long time,she could now do no wrong. Rebecca had ceased to sin. She stood up and walked over to where the crucifix hung. Staring up at it for amoment she hesitated then. I keep my head down, gaze on the grass, waiting. My dance is done, but I am not, I want more, I want what I have always wanted. I wait, hoping. I hear him approach, and my heart skips a beat. My pussy is dripping, my legs trembling with the effort of holding in my heat. I want to look up, but I can’t, can’t believe it is true, that the dream is finally happening. He stops in front of me, and shyly, I look up, slowly, carefully. He stands there, bold, shirtless, wearing only jeans. His eyes. The k**, Steve I think his name was, looked up at me. "won't your husband be mad if we wake him?" I knew eddie was awake but he seemed content just to pretend to sleep and watch. "No, all he'll do is want to join in". "Oh" the k** still seemed a little uncomfortable with that so I just pulled him up on top of me and guided his cock into me. He seemed to forget his nervousness as he entered me and started to ram into me. He fucked me hard, his balls slapping against my ass. He grunted and.