My mouth drops open as my eyes drift further down her body where her lacy black bra holds up two marvellous globes, probably 34C breasts. Further dow... her hips are gyrating, making her black thong slowly start to disappear from my vision. “Are you going to join me Nobie?” Giggling her hands tantalizing her hands move down her body and cup her breasts. “Do you need those puppies free?” questioning with my dry voice. Moaning slightly as she pushes them together, “Mmm… yes… please.” Taking. He and I worked together in the same department of a large university. One day he was introducing me to one of his contractors telling him that I was the payroll clerk, and how everyone just loved me. I told the contractor that my friend was under the impression that I was all "sweetness and light" when my friend whispered very softly into my ear, "No, I don't." Apparently he could tell that I was a bit naughty, well, maybe more than I bit. We flirted with each other for several months with him. My jaw almost hit the ground when I saw my hunky neighbour mowing his lawn, topless. Observing me, he walked over to the fence and introduced himself as Tristan, before welcoming me to the neighbourhood. Tristan ticked every one of my boxes. He was big, broad, butch, and beautiful, the personification of what a man should look like. No sooner had we begun chatting before his wife, Debbie, who was the poster girl for petite pretty blonds, joined us. I was summarily invited over to them drinks at. However you intruded in my life most grievously last May. You entered my fiancée’s apartment as we were engaged in sex shouting incomprehensibly words I will nedver forget: ‘You fucking whore! You don’t deserve to live…’ Those words cannot be justified even by the delusional. Then you shot my fiancée, Bruce Fielding dead, a man who did no harm to you. You then shot me intending to kill me, but by the grace of God I survived. On many occasions during the past eight months I harbored the morbid.