I was conscious of the strangest movements asif a dozen fragile fingertips were playing upon it withjust the right amount of pressure. At the same tim... itwas throbbing wildly, and I knew I was going to have anorgasm.I guess I began to gasp in my sleep for I was consciousof making sounds. The feeling was building in intensityto the point where I had to wake up, which I didsuddenly with a start, and before I had reached aclimax.It took me a few seconds to realize what had beenhappening. I noticed. Let me recall what happened to me two nights before the wedding day. I came home drunk from a bachelorette party around one am. As I staggered towards the house I was waylaid by my jealous, vengeful ex-boyfriend, Andy. He grabbed and forced me into his car. Andy raped me that night. Now, Arnie was the evidence of that rape. Arnie's cock was at least two inches longer than Jordan's, and at least an inch thicker in circumference. Sometimes good could come out of an evil deed, I thought. If I play. We turned into a wooded gravel road. Istarted looking for the house but the road kept going.One last turn and there it was.It wasnt a big house. There were just the two of us sowed never wanted or needed a big house, but it hadcharm. It looked like a happy house.We parked and went inside. I saw so many things wedtalked about wanting over the years; big, sunnywindows; leather furniture in the den with a leatherottoman that was just the right size; a kitchen tableand counters that were the. "So how's the store doing this month?" She asked. I groaned. If I had come out tonight to go to a party, I was not going to make small talk about work. "Can we not talk about the store?" I asked. Lucy let out a round of musical laughter and smiled at me. Her green eyes looked so beautiful with the way she had done her make-up. "Sure! How are you and Tim?" Tim was my boyfriend, who was best friends with her boyfriend Sam. "He's doing good. Him and Sam are still on that business trip." .