On the following Friday, Rose came down to Tom’s apartment, after the long first week of classes. For Tom this had been a long week and he wanted to...forget about the events and the work of the week and relax. After Tom cooked dinner, they played a few games of cards before they decided to move upstairs. Not that being downstairs stopped Rose from climbing into Tom’s lap or straddling his right knee between hands for some passionate kissing. Rose and Tom were completely absorbed to the extent. She stepped out of her panties and gasped as I lifted a leg onto my shoulder, her cunt was open and practically dripping with moisture. Tentatively, I kissed the wet flesh and tasted the nectar clinging to it."Ooh Marky." the curve of a buttock fitted perfectly into the palm of my hand as I delved my tongue in between the folds of her cunt. She wasn't just wet, she was like a swamp, a fragrant, sweet smelling morass, that pulsed with life under my tongue.I sucked at the pink, wet flesh and drew. I still didn't attend their Church much afterwards, but I let it be clearly known to them that I owed them a considerable debt of gratitude and I would always help them in return any way I could when I was able to do so in the future.Our next year was a bit better still. I had the offer now of a full time bookkeeping position with the small County Tax Office that paid me a livable wage, that along with my part-time jobs, finally gave us a comfortable and secure income. I made some loud noises. We both knew she would, it was only a matter of time, her breathing became sharp, her nipples erect as hat-pegs and we knew the time had come. She nodded gasped “now” and with a grunt of delight he pulled the release rope. Her body dropped suddenly perhaps another six inches or a little more. The weights scr****g down the spike with a metallic scratching sound. Her scream will haunt me to my grave as the point began penetrating her womb. Her happy executioner came and sat beside us to.