"And Sara speaks for all girls then?" Well..." What games you got?" I asked.About ten minutes later I found myself playing the kid at Halo, andbeating...him rather handily might I add. I suppose the seven or eightextra years worth of relexes helped."Wow," Mark said after my third time in a row beating him, "have youplayed this before." What does it look like to you?" I asked sarcastically."You sure are a weird girl," Mark commented, "you like sports too?" No, unless that sport is football, in. I groaned. The only thing hiding us was the screen. Anyone could walk into the room. Anyone! But I felt so hot; my pussy was throbbing, my nipples like they would burst from my bra and my heart was racing. His hands were on my thighs; his fingertips slowly sliding upwards towards my hips. Then he found the waistband of my panties and slowly pulled them down. I gasped. Was this what it felt like to be unfaithful to my husband? It didn’t feel sinful, it felt… wonderful. Then I felt Rodrigo’s hot. No, Mr. Pearse! she rasped. I dont believe you. He sneered at her and drug his tongue up her cheek. So fucking sweet. Ill be your pussy is even sweeter. His sneer widened as she choked upon hearing his words. W-what? she asked quietly. You heard me, bitch. His free hand moved over her body, pinching her braless breasts and pulling hard on the nipples as she struggled against him. He pinned her closer to the wall with his body and moved his hand down to her crotch to cup and squeeze her denim. At least for awhile. "Damn I can't wait to get home." the woman sighed. "Bubble bath, here I come." Several minutes later, the woman smiled, knowing that she was almost home. There were only 3 more blocks to go before she could relax in her bathtub. Suddenly the loud sound of tires screeching filled the air, causing her to snap around in surprise, only to see a car flying down the street out of control, heading in her direction, but not directly at her. "Look out!" she yelled in warning. Then,.