All she could think about was being rammed from behind by his rock hard cock, again and again. As she touched herself, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt...with her free hand, and slipped off her bra. Now she was wearing nothing but a long green skirt and an unbuttoned, short sleeve, perky, white blouse. But as she caressed her own nipples with her other hand, she forgot about clothing and let out a soft moan. The touch of her hands reminded her of him, and she began to run her finger harder in and. I was so turned on, so ready, that she spent less than a minute rubbing me before I erupted, spewing into the confines of my jeans, soaking the front of them with hot cum. Phoebe kept her hand on my erection until it quit pulsing then she got off the sofa and disappeared.The late night intimacies slid into the past as the days went by. Phoebe and I acted as if it had never happened, there was no change in our relationship, we didn't talk or even hint about what we did on the sofa during the. With all those camera recording everything, no one could fuck around with the numbers. He was down about $200K.-oOo-The late show was just a single stand-up comic. Our seats were right in the middle of the first row, but the comic had obviously been warned not to call any attention to us, as he usually did with people in the first row.As we laughed for a full hour, Angelo had his hand under my skirt. After the second minute, his fingers slid under the gusset of my panties and worked their way. I plugged the knife holes in her and got as much fluids into her as I could, but I felt like I was going through the motions with this one. Those three guys did a real number on her. The bruises around the ribs had already started to form. I patched her up as best I could and got her to the hospital real quick.’ The only time he smiled was when he said that when a police sergeant came in, he told one of the cars to act as an escort for the ambulance. When I said to the paramedic that a witness.