So, yeah, if things get a little frisky on Saturday, I'm good with it." Thanks, Bill, I feel the same way. I love you and I love Crissy too. If you an... she continue to enjoy one another, that makes me very happy. I don't feel jealous at all, just very glad we're opening up to each other this way. So, this is my request: I'd like for us to abstain from having sex until after Saturday. That way, we'll be on 'full charge' if something happens. Do you think that's silly of me?"Bill wasn't so sure. I walked up the stairs towards the bedroom. Halfway up I heard the unmistakable sound of sex coming from the bedroom. My cock got rock hard as I thought about what I might see. I got to the door. I saw Ally wearing the strap-on and she was fucking Kyra doggie-style. Kyra’s head was buried in a pillow and her ass was sticking up. They didn’t see me walk up behind them until I took my cock and sunk it in Ally’s dripping wet pussy.“Oh God Bret,” Ally moaned as she sank her cock deeper into. I placed my hands on her blood soaked ones and stared into her eyes."Let me heal you." She shook her head no. "There is no shame in losing, just in giving up without trying. Let me heal you, Priestess of Kassandra." I couldn't make it a command, but I tried to let her see my sincerity.Again she shook her head no. I had to give it one last try."If you die now, woman, then you will never figure out why I beat you, that knowledge will be given someone else. One who learns from her mistakes."Anger. I was quite apprehensive as I pulled on my shorts and went downstairs, but when I entered the kitchen, I knew my apprehension was misplaced, she was standing at the ironing board wearing a pair of shorts (and I mean shorts) with just a tee shirt and she was singing along to a walkman plugged into each ear.I laughed as I watched her, she wasn't just ironing, she was dancing with the bloody iron like a pianist, raising her hand up and swooping down to sweep over my shirt, her feet were moving to.