With an unspoken agreement, the human unbuckled his belt and unzipped his combat trousers, allowing them to fall to the flagstones with a clatter. Pro...ping herself up on her elbows, Lacrima dropped her gaze to the hunters crotch and the bulge that now distended his underwear. Without the confinement of the thick trousers, the bulge seemed even bigger and Lacrima felt a smile creasing the corners of her lips as she watched the hunter finish kicking off his trousers before tucking his thumbs. This was yet another strange incident to ponder. Even leaving aside the extraordinary change in our sex life, Wendy’s general attitude had altered remarkably post-FUCK (I realised I was beginning to divide my life into pre- and post-FUCK). Pre-FUCK, she had been, on the whole, a good and devoted wife to me, and I had loved her dearly, but she had been very much one to stand up for herself, she had had no hesitation in letting me know when she felt I was at fault in any way, and she was. . do you have any brothers or sisters? A brother . . . Jeff. He should be home in about an hour or so. What should we call you mister? asked Krista, who was beginning to get self-conscious as Sam kept staring at her titties. She wished she had been able to put on her bra, still in Hollys purse. Lets just call me Uncle Sam . . . fair? he said. Do you girls know how much trouble you can get into for indecent exposure? he asked, watching the look on their faces. It was Krista . . . not me!. " He revved his bike and turned onto the road, he wanted to drive so fast that all thoughts would simply fly from his mind, but he didn't, he just drove her home and walked her to her door."Want to come in?" She leaned against the side of the door, her eyes flashing mischievously. He just laughed and kissed her quickly. "You trying to kill me?" He winked and walked away as she stood there giggling. He got on his bike, and she was still standing there, some strange look on her face. He wasn't.