When you looked at me and threw your eyes further down and I knew the slight bulge in my trousers was no secret anymore. “Hmmm… I deserve better t...an these two half-assed erections,” you thought. You also knew exactly how you were going to fix it. Shifting a little lower in your chair, you moved your hands over your stomach and started to undo the button of your ski-trousers. Immediately you felt two gazes staring at your lower stomach. You looked at us and then at my trousers, your zipper went. He was savoring the domination of my small wife.Then he drove himself forward into her again. This time I watched his hips drive into her so hard he shoved her up the bed where her head slammed against the headboard. She gave another, softer shriek. Ralph reached up under her shoulders and, wrapping his hands over her shoulders, hauled her down onto his prong. He pulled her down away from the headboard as he rose to his knees with his lunge backwards. He then fell atop her and began fucking her. Peter howled in agony just before Sharon's panties partedshowing him. He withered in pain across his chest as an angry bloody weltstarted forming.Peter looked up and saw a large penis hanging from Sharon's parted pantiesas she smiled at him. His worst nightmare had become a horrifying reality.He only guessed what this man wanted. Or perhaps she was a woman but hereally doubted she identified as a woman. She was just a sadist. "Oh godno," Peter wailed helplessly. "God no, not this please."A. She wasn't more than about five words into the song when the lead guitar player realized that this girl really could sing. This brassy girl in the cowgirl costume and the big hat really did know "Smoke-Filled Room", at she grabbed the crowd right now. Karen, the girl puking her guts out in the ladies' room, couldn't have handled that song like that in a month of Sundays, and it brought the crowd to their feet. Everyone was paying attention; even the dancing came to a stop to hear that.