My nose. My ears. Thumbs pull the corners of my mouth up into a smile like a scene from a film I can’t recall.She pulls away, exasperated, to pace t...e length of the small bedroom. There’s nothing to find. Nothing but the same set of polished opal eyes staring back at hers.“Fuck you,” she rambles. “I’ve always felt drawn to certain things and I could never explain why. They just felt… right? Certain foods. Certain colors. A pull to live in the fucking Midwest despite modeling opportunities that. “Get on your hands and knees. I want to fuck your ass again.” “Again?”I was confused, my mind searched for the last time I even let him play with my asshole. “Look at the video. Recognize anyone,” he said panting and fisting his cock. I looked back at the video. I didn’t see anything. But then I focused on the guy on top fucking me. He had pulled out of my pussy by now and pushed his cock balls deep into my ass again. I was panting and spewing obscenities. “Fuck, I love it in my ass. Go that. She snuggled against me. I could hear her absorb my scent with her nose. She too was slowly getting overrun by past sensations and feelings. Her hands found their way under my shirt and were touching, fondling, caressing me while I was stroking her cheeks and neck with mine. Her breaths were getting deeper as she was enjoying my touches. I let my hands travel over her back to her hips. She pressed her buttocks into my hands. I returned the gesture by pulling her towards me more. Her hands were. I squeezed until he went white and started to shake. Then, in another of a series of bad decisions, Sherrie launched herself at me, brandishing a steak knife.Rather than let her stab me, I used my free hand and slugged her hard in the solar plexus. I hit her hard enough, and she was surprised enough, that the air rushed out of her lungs, and she passed out. The knife slashed along my forearm, nicking me and causing a few drops of blood to flow. THAT would be good when I explained to the cops.