I of course tipped my paper down to stare at her shapely ass as she walked past. I heard a slight mumble from her as she kept walking by me. Her hair ...till all messed up which I always found terribly sexy as it also looks like that just fucked look too. It was just after that when the day drastically changed. It started with me watching my wife step over the gate to the living room. Nothing too dramatic except I noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties. Which was odd cause they were on when I had. I fancied that I still heard faint moans, and imagining that the unfortunate jeweller might not be quite dead, I determined to go to his relief, by way of atoning in some slight degree, not for the crime I had committed, but for that which I had not endeavored to prevent. For this purpose I applied all the strength I possessed to force an entrance from the cramped spot in which I lay to the adjoining room. The poorly fastened boards which alone divided me from it yielded to my efforts, and I. Every job she applied to was being filled by women much prettier than her. Lucy's fridge was empty and her rent was coming due again. She guessed she would just have to fuck old Mr. Olsen again to get the rent straightened out. He was a 62 year old man but besides his wrinkled skin Lucy knew it was worth not getting kicked out.Lucy really loved to get fucked, she even thought about becoming a call girl. She knew there wasn't much call for a 5'3 240lb mousey haired ugly duckling though. She knew. Every minute was spent thinking of him, waiting for night to come so that they could be together. Not even Sister Olivia could dampen her mood, the nun having been stripped of her memories of Xavier’s torture. Unfortunately, that loss of fear had turned her back into a ball-busting cunt.In the following days, Xavier and Helena worked out a routine. During class, they would go about their business without giving anyone a reason to suspect anything. If they happened to have free periods at the.