She looked so miserable that I slid my chair next to hers and put my arm round her shoulder. She sighed and leant against me. Her hair was damp and sh... smelled fresh so I knew that she’d had a shower and, silently, I prayed that I’d done a good job removing my semen from her sex earlier that morning, I asked what was wrong. At first she claimed nothing was wrong but then it all came out.I already knew that she was twenty and my father was twenty four when they got married. She looked shyly into. But when you have your fucking wife coming home at 3:00 a.m. getting in bed smelling like the cologne of another man... Let's just say she's lucky my mother raised me not to hurt a female because if she hadn't I probably would have sliced that girl fucking throat. Literally. I didn't lay a hurtful hand on her. And rough sex is not a hurtful hand. Not if it's welcomed. the day that I had Courtney tied to a tree up in the woods was the last day I talked to her or saw her. I made sure to blow out. Just as he was about to head back to his room, she muttered something under her breath, squeezed her left breast, and slid a hand between her legs. He passed the halfway mark within a few seconds of that sexy display. Common sense won out. Though she was obviously still asleep, a dream intense enough to make her touch herself might very well wake her up. That would leave him standing over her, sporting wood, and the glass of purple stuff from the fridge wasn’t going to be sufficient to explain. But I saw he came with another man and sat on the front seat and the driver greeted the guy with knife. I was astonished that what the heck is going on here. I asked driver “ Bhaiya kya aap inhe jaante hain”. He said “haan behenji mera dost hai “. I said “Inse kahiye ki ye choori hataye mere gale se “, he said “Agar hata diya to aap chilla uthengi “. I understood their plan that they wanted to steal the valuables but I missed the real climax of their plan. He kept on driving the car and in the.