I knew I needed to go on the attack and fast.I retreated back into my brain and ‘transforming’ my hands and arms like samurai swords I began cutti...g the head off the snake. The problem was, that every time I cut one head off, two more grew back in its place! They seemed to attack my brain with even more of a vengeance. I felt Greg hugging me from behind and suddenly my samurai swords transformed into a giant wood chipper.Even with Greg’s help, I soon began feeling extremely weak.I was expending. A badge bunny bimbo that will do anything to please a cop. Fuck, you are one sexy bitch. Gonna enjoy fucking that White snatch. Mmm, you are gorgeous. I'll stretch your cunt out. You'll never want that husband of yours to fuck you again."Now that was silly. I loved fucking Frank. How could I ever not love fucking him? He was my husband. It was a wife's duty to love fucking her husband. And I was the chief wife. It was my duty to fuck him all the time.I loved fucking him. I wish he was here,. We'd been married for a year, together for three, so I'd never experienced the World Cup during our time as a couple. I'd heard about it and knew it was a big soccer match; or football match if you lived outside the US.It was May thirtieth when he casually remarked, much as if he was discussing the weather and not his number one, recently rekindled obsession, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, the World Cup starts tomorrow."I envisioned something like the Super Bowl: two teams, one big game, it's over.. Please…"When he set the pulsing end of his swollen cock-head into her pussy and pushed it down so that it kissed the hot, wet lips, Shanaya clamped down hard on Catherine's hand, and her left leg lifted to coil itself sinuously around the other girl's leg."So hot," she murmured her eyelids fluttering, "so very hot inside my pussy…" Here," her brother said, and shoved the head of his strong young cock into the hungry lips of her steamy cunt. It spread them apart, slid long and round between.