But considering how many impossible feats I’d already accomplished, I knew I had a shot. I held the knife up to my hand once again. This time, thoug..., I reared the knife back a few inches. I got a general sense of where to aim and then closed my eyes. I exhaled slowly, focusing myself on my increasing power to defy all logic. All this time the only thing I ever had to do was believe in my ability to do something and it would be done. This shouldn’t be any different. Then, I brought the knife. But it was different now. Now He was gone, and she was back at uni without her best friend, without the love of her life, and she wished it had all been different. She wished that she had gained the courage to confess how she felt, to ask Him to leave His girlfriend, to stay with her, to love her. They emailed each other everyday and each day the sadness and darkness that was overtaking her grew deeper and deeper. So Joe filled a fraction of the void. Sal enjoyed her friendship with Joe, it. I lie on my back legs spread as I remember how I come to be here. Thinking of the mystery visitor in the wee hours who arrived while I was gagged and bound to the kitchen cabinets. Michelle had entertained them for sometime then headphones had been placed on my head and loud rock music had played. My little butt plug was removed and I had been fucked by big cocks,I think? I did feel them swell up as they shot loads of cum in my ass over my back . I had orgasmed a few times without being touched. "Does Wendy massage your legs for you, darling?" Sheila asked softly."Sometimes," Terry whispered."I know she does, Terry. On the beach for instance," Sheila said with a wicked smile."How did you know that?" Terry gasped, his mind flashing back to the afternoon on the beach when Wendy had massaged his cock."Never mind, Terry, just enjoy yourself. Do I make you feel better, dear?" I don't know! I... I'm still scared! I've never felt like this before!" Terry gasped again as his mother's hand.