“Yes,” she said.I lightly ran my fingertips up her inner thigh. Her pussy was just visible inside the open leg of her shorts.“Is that what you w...nt? You want Bret to fuck your ass?” I lightly touched her labia. She spread her legs further apart, inviting me in, and I found her clit. I didn’t know if anybody could see what we were doing, but she didn’t seem too concerned about that. She leaned in close to me and ran her tongue over my lips.“Yes.”I pushed two fingers inside her. She was very. I gotta say, there could be worse ways to discipline me. He felt himself responding instinctively to her grinding. What man wouldn’t? Well, possibly very gay ones, and almost certainly those in need of Viagra. He heard the triumph of her attainment of the desired response in her recitation, and figured that all things considered, this wasn’t going too badly. But fuck, she was making his poetry sound like crap. She kept putting the emphasis on different words and taking a breath in all the wrong. As I gripped the rusted black iron handles of the doors I found that the heavy oak moved with veritable ease, despite the loud screech emitted by the ill-maintained iron hinges. As I opened the door not a single ray of outside light permeated the unmitigated darkness of the church, the sun itself was rendered powerless against the dust and refuse of the forgotten sanctuary. The webs of generations of crawling arachnids spanned between tall candelabras and vast carven arches, now an impregnable. Than he told me how A found out about my infidelity. One time she called me, my phone pocket answered and heared out a conversation betwen me and E. She heard about our afair and how I told E that I love A. That was wat kept her going. And now A wants to test my love. She loves me hard enough to try and give me another chance but I must know how she felt. And he also told me that I'd better accept it, because alot of guys are willing to fuck her, he just got lucky. He told me he'll see me.