Three lanes away, Anna is standing at the edge of the pool. Her firey hair swishes around her face. Her short denim skirt hugs her big hips. She bites...her lip in concentration as she dips a toe into the pool. Their eyes meet. She reddens. ''It's - it's really warm today,'' she stammers, by way of explanation. Rhys keeps staring. She slides her foot in, a little further. It happens so fast. Rhys dives under the lane boundaries, swimming over to her, pulling himself out of the pool. He. I told you we didn't need it in the house. What made you look for the gun?" I asked."I wasn't going to tell you but about a week after you left I really felt bad and kept drinking trying to drown out my sorrows. I drank way too much and wasn't thinking right and decided to try to take my own life. I couldn't find the damn gun. So I guess you saved my life by getting rid of it. I just passed out and realized the next day what I almost did. I would never have a chance to see you again if I would. Brigitte hung there, well and truly a fleshlight at this point, without any assistance from Sven. His giant donkey dick was all that was needed to keep her off the ground.“You’ve got a tight pussy, Ms. Lindholm,” remarked Sven. Brigitte wanted to quip back something witty to the effect of “yeah, with your dick replacing my fucking spine,” but when she opened her mouth to deliver her snappy comeback, what managed to escape her lips wasn’t exactly what she was planning to say.“Fuck me..” “What. Me, held down amid the glass and silverware as three complete strangers forced their way into my body, using me to slake their lusts while the man who held my affections watched. With a piercing cry I began to unravel, my muscles clenching as the orgasm swept down upon me. His eyes widened as he realised that the catalyst was his admission and he pounded into me furiously. “How many?” he barked. “How many are you fucking in your mind? All of them?” My breathing stopped in shock as my orgasm.