He had hit her fatherover the head. With her father's bleeding body layingon the floor next to them, Julie had run to him. Shehugged him, unconcerned ...ith her nakedness.He imagined that they kissed and then Julie strippedhim down and in thankfulness she had blown him likehe'd seen her do her father. He had been the onestanding before her kneeling body. He was the one thatblew his enormous load on her face. And she had beensmiling as he had shot blast after blast of his hot cumall over her. He knows it. With every embrace, with every touch upon her nude flesh, with every kiss of his lips and thrust of hips, he tells her how convinced he is that he will love her forever. He feels her hair cascade around his face as her supple lips swirl upon his cheeks and mouth and neck. In the darkness, he still sees the colour of each strand, like pulled molasses taffy. Just the thought of it elicits a sweetness on his tongue. There were days that the sun seemed to set the highlights in her hair. "My name in Seifert, Maggie. If there is anything I can do, please tell me."She swallowed and sighed. "I want to go home." That, Maggie, I am afraid will never happen."Maggie woke up in a dark room. It was a dark like she had never seen before. Always before there had been some light somewhere so that she could eventually get some sense of where she was. Here, she saw nothing.The last she remembered was in the car. With the man. Seifert. He had taken a cloth from his pocket and placed it over. Now I had him at an angle that allowed me to easily plow my cock into his ass making direct contact with his prostate on every plunge. It also allowed me to grab his cock and jack it towards his mouth when the time came.Once again I pressed my feeldoe against my husband's rosebud. We both took a breath and I eased it in slowly. I watched his face as the head of my cock pushed past his now well stretched sphincter. I watched as his expression became once again euphoric as I filled his man-pussy.