" her long slender finger traced the nearly vertical slope of the bar graph. Death was not instantaneous; it took one-twentieth of a second for the li...e to die. The last five frames of our digital movie tell us a story. In that sliver of time, current surged from nine to over seventy volts." She pointed at the monitor. "Note, in these final images, or bars, the voltages are increasing at an exponential rate, nine volts, eighteen, thirty-six, seventy-two volts. My gut is telling me that ain't. She felt so ashamed and guilty.How could she let David fuck her the night before her wedding? Luckily, no one in the house had heard. Everyone reacted normally when she went downstairs to breakfast, excited at her upcoming nuptials.As she got ready in the chapel, she kept wondering if she was doing the right thing. After she was finished dressing, just minutes from the start of the ceremony, she sent everyone away, saying she wanted to spend a few moments by herself.Could she ever be a faithful. ‘Yes. Yes you can.’ I said and pulled her back onto my cock hard enough to leave bruises on her ass and scars on her heart forever. ********* Hi, my name is Mark Watkins. And I swear, I’m a nice guy. No, really, I am. Heck, I’m more than just a ‘nice guy,’ I’m a fucking feminist. Seriously, just ask any of my friends, any of my ex girlfriends, my ex wife, anybody. I love women. I took women’s studies classes in college. I spent at least 3 years right around the end of high school hating myself. I take hold of her panties and start to pull them down, sliding them slowly down her legs, my Mum allowing me to take them completely off. Now that my Mum is naked, I go back to kissing and licking her right thigh then her left, each time reaching the top of her legs, getting closer to her wet pussy. Finally, I move up her left thigh and allow my tongue to touch, with the slightest of touches, her clit. I move up and start to lick, kiss and suck each and every pubic hair, wanting to make sure.