You’re going to sleep in our wet spots tonight too.”“So, what should I do? Just walk up behind her, grab her ass, and ask if she wants to fuck?�...� I asked, stopping at the door.“Yes!” Leslie answered, “Put a hand on her ass and tell her she has a nice ass. When she says thanks, ask her if you can fuck it since she knows I’m not into anal. She wants to fuck, why do you think she made those comments about the porn?”“Seriously?” I asked.“Trust me. Do you want a threesome? Do you want to fuck her. Drop you off, won't you Dave, of course I will he replied. About an hour or so late I turned to my brother in Law and said ok where's your car, are you going to,take me home? Yes I was feeling a bit horny, randy, I don't care what you call it, too much alcohol and yes feeling I needed something. He led me quickly out back to his car, taking hold of me he kissed me, I did not stop him, not here I whispered to him, take me home. All the way back to my house his hand was between my thighs, I. As the moisture slipped down over each strand to wet my fingertips, I longed to taste the sweetness that was there, but I dared not expose myself. I wanted to be the stranger, the disembodied hands that took her over the brink. My left hand wrapped around her and unfastened a few buttons of her blouse. In front of her a man moved to watch my fingers reach inside the silk top to caress the soft flesh of her breast. As I moved my hand inside her the cup of her bra, she sighed as though she had. The sensation of being raped -- of forcibly being ass-fucked -- had made him ejaculate. Did that mean he liked it? That he had been secretly gay all his life, and that this had tipped him over the edge? That he would be unfit to love a woman and forever doomed to the company of perverts?"Well, the good news is that we have a suspect, or rather a number of suspects. It's group of neo-Nazi gangsters led by a fine fellow named Lazar. Their specialties are arson and extortion, but they'll dabble in.