Senses slowly returned, he slid from her, kneeling and surveying her used body, flushed face, eyes barely open, gasping for air, desperately trying to...regain both senses and dignity. He glanced around the neat and tidy room, the earth had for him moved, but nothing had changed, the clock still ticked, the pictures still looked on impassively, and his host sat watching him defiling his wife, from the sofa, his now flaccid penis in hand peeping through the wide-open fly, a dark stain on his. Grasping her cheeks firmly with his hands, digging his nails in and starting to kiss and lick her lips, lapping up everything he could like a hungry animal. His hands lowered briefly to her thighs, spreading them a little wider as he pushed his face further in and started flicking his tongue over her clitoris, very softly. Focusing on the hood, just above it. It didn’t take long for her nub to become hard and swollen as she held but soft, almost purring like moans of pleasure. He smirked. Carla is caught off guard.Carla says, "Umm."George replies, "I’m sorry, Carla, but it’s been so long since I’ve touched a woman. And I’ve never touched someone as sexy as you."He keeps rubbing her knee. Carla isn’t sure how to respond.George asks, "Do you like me touching you?"Carla answers, "I’ve never been touched like this before."This turns George on even more and he moves his rubs from her knee, to higher on her thick thigh.George says, "I haven’t been touched by a woman in a long time. ” Well yes, I said to myself, the story notwithstanding.“Well, it is your FUCKUP,”I really wished they would stop calling it that.It turns out it would become a bullet catcher. As it didn’t really have a domestic function. It became a target as I was taught to shoot. My training started with the basics, then quickly beyond that. Then went on to live fire at the FUCKUP. While wearing the suit, it was mainly one-sided. I nailed the robot on every exercise. Nick was impressed, stating I was a.