Too damn easy, Sandra thought. Why hadn’t she done thisearlier? The man was probably a wimp and Jennifer hadprobably been fucking his ass. She w...s getting wetlooking at his budge.“Well, what are you waiting for? Didn’t I tell you toget naked white boy,” she yelled out as angry as shecould be.John quickly dropped his shorts as his cock sprungstraight out at her. His face was totally red but hemade no effort to cover his cock with his hand. Sandraknew he was now hers to. My girlfriend as well as me were sexually very active.She very well knew about my cuckold fantasy but she always ignored when I expressed my idea of wanting to see her get fucked by someone else in real life, while making out she always teased my while I fucked her telling me how her fuckboy used to fuck her real hard which always turned me on, but this was only the fantasy which she never wanted to do practically until one incident which changed everything.My girlfriend was always the slutty. They must not find them. Too late, his belly went cold. He was lifted out of the chair. Stiff as a board. Light as a feather. Hands carried him ceremoniously across the dance floor and levered him up a flight of stairs. Cold. The snow had stopped. They lay him on the roof of the club. He was frozen stiff in living rigor mortis with eyes to the heavens as they passed their swift hands over his body. His lungs and bowels were the last muscle to freeze into immobility, expelling his final actions. "Very nice," I said. "What's the catch? Compliments of the house?" "Ordered and paid for," he continued. "I'll pick her up in the morning around 8 pm." With that he lumbered off towards the elevator. I had been waiting for him to say "Ah'll be buck." Dragged her inside before anyone saw her standing outside my door and called Crime-Stoppers' pedophile division. "Er, hello," I said. "There's an explanation for this I take it?" She had on a full-length coat. I just hoped something was.