How have you been?I’ve been good. Just lounging around. I didn’t know how long you’d be busy for so I decided to give you some extra time.Awww, ...ou’re so sweet were you thinking about hanging out soon?Was I thinking about hanging out soon? Fuck ya, I was. I haven’t jerked off in a week and I was pining to get back inside her. But I can’t say that, right?Haha, you caught me! I was thinking about it. I miss you. Smooth. Very smooth.Awww, I miss you too, she replies. Hey, have you ever sexted. Surely he must."Don't give me a baby Uncle Timmy...Please don't give me a baby" I whimpered,frankly laying it on a bit think." Don't you worry about that you little trollop" says he as he has his two thumbs in my cunt and is pulling apart my arse cheeks.I hear him hawk and spit and feel a gobbet hit me and roll down between my cheeks.He rubs the rose of my arse and fingers my cunt...the wetness of me is running down my leg now and I think if he doesn't do something for me soon I might die of. I never even got to seeher naked.Mistakes come in threes, my third mistake began withan unscheduled trip to the bathroom one night. I pastthe bathroom and went to her door. Force of habit, Ipeeped in. By the washed out night-light, I saw herteddy on the bed, the blankets were turned down. Shewasn’t in bed.I stood up. Maybe she’d gone downstairs to fix amidnight snack or something. Furtively I paddeddownstairs. The TV was on; light flickered on theceiling and along the walls. Quietly. It was a shame her husband was dead,because she had really enjoyed fucking his brains out afterwards. Perhaps shecould quietly arrange to have sex after the next auto-da-fe with some youngstud who could make her eyes roll back like a shark. She looked around theroom speculatively. The Queen discretely raised her fan to cover her mouth, knowing the lookof a cunt on the hunt. She nodded surreptitiously across the room at a young,black haired buck with the physique of a matador. She whispered.