Our conversations always flowed and I yearned to have that same experience in person. As our knees rubbed and the wine flowed even the thought of suc... an experience would warm my stomach. We would talk about our first kiss. It would always be unhurried. Our lips would slowly come together. Yes it was akin to a stereotypical movie moment. But nevertheless, that moment was something I dreamed about. I would always tell her that after that first touching of lips we would slowly pull our heads. He put on quite a show for us, completelypulling out of her ass then slamming back in balls deepon every stroke. Jessie’s arms and legs twitched andjerked with every stroke, and a constant low moan beganto come from her throat. Even though he’d been insideher the whole time we’d been sodomizing her, it stilltook him a good five minutes of hardcore fucking to getoff. Jessie was a fucked-up mess. As she lay sprawled overthe arm of the couch, cum was oozing out of both herholes. She sat it back down before asking.“How do you know him, Diane?” Diane’s eyes took on a look of pure rage. “The son of a bitch ruined my life.”She took a long swallow of wine before setting her glass down on the table letting Madison refill it. Diane graciously took it from her and took another sip. “May I ask what happened?” Sam asked softly.Diane nodded. Then she began to tell her story. “It was the night of my bachelorette party. I’d gone out with my girlfriends for one last hoorah.” Diane. The wall facing the beach was made of glass with tasteful Grecian columns to support it. It was a simple project. Extend the deck further toward the beach and extend the size of the room to take in the current deck. After a short pause to get a feel for the room and to enjoy the view of a cloudless sky above the Pacific and the tumbling surf beyond, I went to work measuring and recording the dimensions of the interior wall. When I had finished, I opened the patio door and stepped out onto the.