Lots of people got shot and had no idea who had shot them, but they at least knew the situation in which it had happened. If they lived through it, an...way.It wasn't that he was particularly interested in Kristoff Farmingham's particular situation. It was just something to think about as he drove through scenery that he didn't get to see that often, which was so much easier on the eyes than the garish stuff that man created and called cities. He also thought about what it might be like to be in. I asked her y isn’t she sleeping. To which her reply was “I was waiting for u” I was shocked to listen to that n gave her a smile; she gave a smile back n asked me if I cud give her some company as she was unable to sleep. N den we started chit chatting.I asked her if she had any affair before marriage. To which she said she had 2 boyfrnds in clg. N she asked me if I have any gf to which I flirt said I neva got any1 as sexy as her to which she gave me a wink n asked what made me think she was. It was all so horribly inconceivable and unreal, like some insane nightmare... except that it was abhorrently taking place and nothing could ever be the same between them again! She would leave him, of course, if his suddenly demented brain left anything alive for her to drag away! But now, there was little... no, nothing she could do but submit to his bestial, animalish desires, and the only way to do that was to block her mind and somehow try to endure whatever lurid obscenity he chose to. I can tell she has been wanting to hold me all day as she lingers with the kiss and the hold. Her skin feels smooth and soft. I hold her back, hands drifting from her hips to her lower back to her ass, cupping the smooth, white skin. It’s good to come home to a warm woman. She bends over to test the water, giving me a clear view of her heart shaped ass. I grow slightly and think of the last time I’ve seen her bent over like that. It elicits pleasurable memories, bidding my erection to grow..