He wanted revenge. He had watched a total stranger being shot down like a mongrel. He didn’t know the kid, but he wanted the killer’s blood on his...hands and he came to this concert to do it. He didn’t have a plan, nor did he want or need one. The only reason for him being here is to exact his revenge and kill a murderer. With the flick of a wrist, a switchblade jumped in a painted hand. With that simple movement of his hand, his life would change and the murderer’s would end. He joined the. As I smiled Joyce then cupped my pussy and kissed me too. I knew that we didn’t have enough time to really enjoy ourselves so I just fingered Jill as her sister fingered me. I saw that Jill was fingering her sister too and that we had a three-way masturbation session going on. I knew that Jill and I would become much better friends after this. Once the three of us had had our orgasms I asked them if I could wipe up their pussy juices with some of my hankies so that my husband could smell of. ”As she was about a foot from the bed, she lays down on her stomach. I go to my bathroom and come back with scented oil that I warm up in my hands. As I touch her shoulder blades she shudders. “Oh, this is nice and warm, and your hands are warm too, this is going to do wonders for me.”“You don’t know the half of it.” I think to myself. Gently I’m rubbing her back, her shoulder blades, her shoulders and collarbone, her neck. I apply more warmed oil and I massage her lower back. Just so you. ”I closed my eyes, sinking dizzily back into the sofa, and heard her walk away. My head was spinning wildly. My mind was on the Ferris wheel this time, except the thing was turning at about a hundred mile an hour. Along for the ride was my stomach, pitching about with gleeful abandon and little regard for my well-being. I squeezed my eyes tighter shut and groaned.Suddenly, I felt something cool and damp across my forehead and tried to open my eyes. The light was blinding, sending the Ferris.