We begin to fuck in a frenzied state, not getting enough of one another. You pull out and I feel the loss of your cock in my pussy, I whimper but only...to have you turn me over and slam into my pussy from behind. You pull me up towards your back only to grab my breast in one hand and finger my clit with the other… all the while I am pushing back, meeting you with each thrust into my pussy. You feel my release coming on, so you bend me back over and grab me by my hips and thrust and push in. We came back next weekend and spent the night again. He noticed Lisa was all over the fetish clothes. He asked her why she never bought any. We told him I pretty much had a shit job and we couldnt afford it. He said we could work out a deal. We help him out on weekends hed pay us a hundred bucks and we could rent the building it wouldnt be any different than renting a cabin for camping. He said she should pick something out and try it on. She gave me that look that said she was asking and. How ironic it was to be putting a gun in his own mouth now, but at least he wasn’t doing it on TV with millions watching. If there could be any humor in killing one’s self, Linden thought he’d found it. Remembering the old country song Lying Here With Linda On My Mind, he chuckled weirdly, revamping it to ‘Dying Here With Linden On My Mind’…even in the last moments of a desperate person’s life it seemed that there was humor to be found. Or perhaps it was his own mind’s way of dealing with the. I was so angry and upset. I had to hide my emotions as I storm pass other students. I sit myself on a picnic table out near the car park, my head in my hands. “Fuccckkk” I scream into my hands. “That fucking whore!!”All became clear. Over the last few months we were talking less and less. When we did it seemed forced. She was cheating, probably had been all this time. “I’m such an idiot” I hate myself; I hate her. I had to calm down. I couldn’t believe after all these years. She was the one.