” He stuck his hand out as if he was going to grab her tit, but his fingers went through the flesh and she felt nothing. “I can’t touch you, eit...er. But I can do this,” he went on, stroking his cock harder and faster. Abbie watched fascinated as her late husband jacked himself off. Soon he was making those noises in his throat that told her he was approaching orgasm. “Oh god oh god,” he cried out. Abbie saw the organ twitch. Then, instead of the white cream she expected, a cloud of tiny bubbles. “Ahhh,” he screamed. “You Bitch!” as she pulled him in. Those were the only sounds he made, but Tina was making enough sounds for the both of them, and her sounds and his anger drove him wild. He pulled his cock all the way out, sneered sadistically, and he rammed into her depths, sinking to the hilt with a brutal thrust meant to hurt her. But Tina didn’t seem to care or notice, or maybe it’s what she wanted. Her fingers tightened, her nails dug deeper, and she yanked him in and out, fucking. After a lot of deliberation, she drank a peg. She liked it and she also joined me in drinking. The drinks also started to affect her. Slowly, I touched her personal life and asked her if she loved her best friend. She told yes and although she knew he loved her, her family wouldn’t agree. I could see the sadness. This time, I again touched her hand and she didn’t tell anything. I told her not to worry and to relax. She told her she’s disturbed and not in a state to relax. I told her that we. ”Sierra switched off the kitchen lights. “I’m going to take a hot soaking bath,” Sierra said.“Another rough day with Wilma gone?” he asked, “Or, do you need time away from me?”“No. I’m getting my period and I’m having cramps...” She placed her hands on her lower back. “ ... here. They feel like labor pains. A hot bath helps.” She headed for the bedroom and emerged in a robe and with her hair in a bun. Glenn watched her head into the bathroom and he could hear the water running.He switched off.