..” Laura answered weakly. She couldn’t think of any reason to lie.“Oh, Jesus.” The smaller man turned and threw his hand to his forehead. “...he’s not the goddamned law, you shot some fucking farm girl!” The larger man sighed, and walked out of Laura’s line of sight. The two men argued for a short while, leaving Laura coughing and sputtering as her naked, bloodstained chest weakly rose and fell. The smaller man seemed to feel sorry for her and wanted to try to help, but the larger man thought. Blowjobs, facials, and anal sex were things that Brendon's co-workers bragged about all the time, and with him having the wife everyone stayed jealous over, it infuriated him to not be able to tell them that he'd done these things with her.As he finished dressing, Brendon has a hard time calming down his frustration. He and Kate had gotten into a number of arguements over this issue, and he knew that if he didn't calm down, this time would be no different.This is when an idea began to form.. The thing I was most worried about was hurting you, or doing something that would make you sad like the way things were before the divorce."When you asked me to ... do it for you, I almost came before we got out here to the bed. I was so excited it hurt. When I saw your boobs I couldn't hold back for another second. It was like I was on fire and the only way to fight it was to come. Just looking at you with the towel in a puddle on your lap, and your nipples begging me to suck them, was more. He was content to allow her to flit from subject to subject while he drank in her face and drowned in emotion.Eventually, she noticed that his responses were less than garrulous. She wrinkled her brow, tilted her head a little and asked "Are you okay Robert?"It was an almost comical expression."What? Oh yes, miles away and happy to listen to you." You're very quiet, is anything wrong? Concern wrinkled her brow even more and made him smile.You'll get stuck like that." His smile broadened. How.