I stood up and started to undress. As I pulled my boxers off, Ginny could see how hard I was, and said "can I touch it"?I got on the bed next to her a...d said "help yourself" She grasped my dick and said "I never touched one before" I had no reason not to believe her, as she was holding like it was a table tennis bat handle. I took her hand in mine and replaced it on my dick and started to move her hand up and down my dick. My precum oozed from my dick and I said that's for you. I asked what she. Just, lust. Pure and simple lust. James tore at my shirt after pulling my jacket off, his hands eager to get at my skin, tender though it was over the only recently healed lacerations I had suffered. His hands, smooth in parts and rough in others, did not caress my skin. They pushed at my clothes, wanting to get them as far away from me as possible. The door felt cold against my back as my bra was thrown aside and my breasts mauled hungrily by his hands. “I need you. Now.” He grunted, not. . I could do the same for you—”“Next time?” Her eyebrows shot up.“I mean, if ... I just thought...”“I was only joking. Of course you can,” she said. “I am looking forward to it.”Tony’s cock pulsed a little, and his eyes burned with a hot light.“I wish we could do it more often,” he said. “Having to work around roommates really sucks. I wonder if we could go away for the weekend sometime.”“I do not think either of us has time for that,” she said regretfully. “But there are always the holidays.. As the rope was tightened she struggled to free herself. She choked as tears of pain streamed down her face. Her attacker smiled but Nozomi couldn't see his face as it was too dark. She tried to loosen the rope. It was too much, she lost consciousness. Her attacker enjoyed every second of it. He held the rope tightly until there was no movement from his victim. No pulse, no breathing. Nozomi Ishikawa was dead.Luckily the attacker lived close by. He carried Nozomi's corpse up the stairs to his.