It was a bit surreal as Dave and I shook hands."So, Dave, you like my wife's pussy?" I asked, smiling."Oh, Fuck yes!" was all he could manage. Kristy ...adn't missed a beat and was still rocking back and forth on his cock. I could see her stomach muscles clenching and relaxing and knew from experience how awesome that felt. I didn't blame him for being almost incoherent.I crawled up the bed a bit and straddled Dave's thighs, taking Kristy in my arms. I pulled her close, my hard throbbing cock. “It isn’t that I don’t trust you, I can spot a cuckold wan-a-be a mile away, boy.” The boy burned in my ears. “You haven’t accepted your role yet, I’m not letting you chicken out, you’ll keep the bitch, I’ll be the one fucking, that’s just the way it is.”I want to believe he was wrong, but I didn’t. I had this sinking feeling that he found a buried desire, I feared I had always wanted this terrible thing. Both my exes had other people in their lives now, I spent hours thinking about them. So you have someskeletons, we all do. It made you who you are now, right. I can'tcomplain about anything that led you to me, can I?"Bobbie was struck, he knew, and didn't care."I don't care," he repeated. "Whatever different person you were then,that's not the Bobbie I know. She cringed, if you only knew."The Bobbie I know is sweet, thoughtful, funny, one hell of a cook..." ...and a great Vespa passenger. Beth is always kind of stiff," he smiled."And, honestly, the way you look, well, now the. They had been circling, then pouncing, seeking a way to reach their intended prey."Mira, let me in," Murielle pleaded. "It's me, Muri – Murielle. I'll protect you now. You can let down your shield." There was no response from Miranda. In fact, she hadn't even moved during the brief battle that Murielle had had with the raptors. And she smelled...'She's dead.'"Mira, please..." Murielle sobbed. "Please let me in..."Moments went by and Murielle stopped struggling against the shield. She knew there.