In different circumstances, that would have led her to pick up the phone, but Lucia was living a deeply unhappy married life with his husband Pete. Th...ugh she had ensnared him with her penchant for wild sexual exploits and an insatiable hunger for his cock, two years into married life it was Pete’s libido which had taken a sharp dive. Though she struggled to keep their sex life exciting and spontaneous, Lucia found herself in a losing battle with Pete’s Xbox; a fate she had certainly never. He paused for a moment to dip his fingers into my slippery wet, then surprised me by rubbing between my cheeks, letting his fingers brush lightly across my closed hole."Oh," I hissed, pressing up against his hand. He stayed in that spot, circling around and around as his other hand continued to massage my hips. My mouth was open, but my eyes refused to do the same while his finger was there.He continued to massage, but I could feel him pushing one leg, wanting me to lift it towards my chest. I. It became apparent that she was crying. Just as I moved closer to her, she fell into me, sobbing hysterically. We held on to each other and cried. I hated to admit it, but it was probably the closest we’d ever been at that moment. Even though it was pain and confusion that we were both feeling, it was somehow beautiful. Her body was comforting next to mine, and as we cried together, it was as If we were helping each other. It made me feel as though everything was okay. At least, everything that. And you're going to cometoo," she informed me, it was an imperative, not a request."Umm... why?" I enquired in a mumbled response."Because it's about time you got out of this rut and escaped this placefor once." She grinned, that mischievous smile I had seen before. Thatlook always led to trouble."I don't follow... why go to your sister's?" I asked. Beth Parker wasthree school years older than us, and had already flown the nest to livein the bright lights of the city centre. She was like an.