She becomes wetter with each passing second, as I focus my attentions on her throbbing cunt, stopping only to raise my hand to my mouth, tasting her j...ice, which excites her further, as she grabs my hand to taste for herself, licking and sucking at my wet digits. My hard cock is taken up in her hand. As she works it, giving steady, rhythmic pumps, she feels the hot, silky skin move beneath her fingers, back and forth over the ridge of shiny helmet. I return my hand to her cunt, slipping so. ?I fuckin’ need you, girlie.?Nothing can save me now.Seating himself on Kelsea’s thighs again, Stanley wasted no time collecting his scissors and slicing at her T-shirt. Kelsea’s every instinct urged her to fight against this humiliation, but she feared even the slightest movement would bury the blade in her stomach or ribs.Her shirt fell open, exposing her supple midriff and a pair of peach-sized breasts hidden safely behind Kelsea’s bra. This haven for her breasts was quickly pillaged and her. So I did the most obvious thing, and climbed back into bed with the naked Moira.She was still asleep as I climbed under the covers, and her arm automatically draped across me, kind of like I was her lover. I lay on my back somewhat stiffly, feeling her hold me close. I decided to roll onto my side, but then found myself rolling towards her, not away.It was then that Moira woke up, opening her eyes to see me staring. She was so beautiful that I wasn't even jealous about it."Oh – I guess we're a. It was a Thursday, and she dreaded Saturday, or for that matter, the next two nights. What excuse would she have for his absence tonight and Friday and then finally, the weekend. She thought about telling the children the truth, but they were so young and innocent. They would never understand; especially Andrea. There had to be something she could say ... there had to be.As Andrea and Scott left for school, Jeanette picked up the phone and called The Wagon Wheel. There was no answer at this.