“You are mine,” he whispered into her ear, “You are mine for ever and ever.” With a final scream she sat up ready to run only to find that she...was alone ... in her sleeping bag ... in her little tent ... in the woods. Her ragged breathing continued as she struggled out of the sleeping bag and got out of the tent barely in time before she vomited on the ground. She remained hunched over with the dry heaves long after everything in her stomach had been lost. Her tears mingled with the sour taste. “I didn’t want him dead, but I did want him out of my life.” “Really.” I was taken aback at her forward nature. I hadn’t expected her to be so open with me. She stared at me. Finally her shoulders slumped. “Oh, shit,” she slammed out. “I said too much, didn’t I?” “It’s okay. Just between you and me. A little venting is good for the soul.” She leaned back against the wall across from my door, hiked a high-heel foot up so her knee cocked toward me. She scanned my face. “Come to the funeral for. Her tiny hand placed the fat head of his cock against her pink, swollen pussy lips. Both of them were focused on him pushing forward and opening the petals of her cunt with his penis. Her pussy absorbed him slowly as he slid into her inch by inch. The intense heat of her twat gripped him as he eased into her. “Ohhhh…” she moaned, arching her head back as he continued to push into her. His huge penis was most of the way inside her when he was forced to pull back a little. He slid back into, this. She sensed his hesitation and smiled reassuringly. “Your wife made all the arrangements. We’ve been expecting you. Please, right this way.”She must be the receptionist or something, he thought. Very easy on the eyes, but hardly anything like the bodacious knockout who serviced my wife and got her off so hotly during her birthday treat. His mind wandered back to his wife’s detailed account of the erotic massage he'd booked as a surprise for her. He had carefully chosen the masseuse online and.