“What?” Derek said. “Do you think I want to kill people? Hasn’t all this meant anything to you? I’m not a terrorist. Nobody hurt at the libr...ries. No death threats. You just push until I have to do something and look what happens.”“That sounds like what you said when we were married: ‘See what yo made me do?’ Well look what you did to Keith,” Maddie said.“And my driver lying dead in Adana,” Fry affirmed.“Those weren’t my fault,” Derek said. “No one was supposed to be hurt.”“So you let people. He joined the other participant as an observer. There were a couple others in the doorway enjoying the show. Mary now lay flat on her belly on the bed with her legs together and me still fucking her ass. As she vocally encouraged me I now slammed my large hard shaft deep into her. For ten more minutes I assaulted her tight little shit hole supplying her with two more strong orgasms. Finally I drove myself as far into her as I could and held myself there while my cock pulsed and splattered my. “I’ll give you a hand. I’m Marilyn.”“Thank you, Marilyn. I’m Beth. Nice to meet you.”“And you,” she said. “Turn around, and let me see.” I turned, and she took the back of the bra in her hands. She twisted and wiggled, and eventually got the clasp to snap loose. “The bottom clip is bent a little, and it’s too tight. Would you like me to try and straighten it?”“Oh, no, that would be too much bother.”“It’s not a problem at all. As you may have noticed, we’re not busy, and I’d love to help.”I. When my wife got home, I heard the car pull up and the flood lights came on. It wasn’t Sheila driving but Jeff, the husband of Lisa who was hosting the party. They sat in the driveway for a several minutes, apparently talking. I then watched as my wife leaned back and spread her legs, pulling her dress up to the top of her thighs, her panties clearly on display. She sat there for a good 30 seconds. After that she got out of the car and came in. I met her as soon as she got in the door. She was.