.. until one day, I thrust my index finger into my rectum and imagined myself dominated by all those who had flaunted their large male members. Even t...en, though, my killing thoughts lingered. I swore when I went off to college I would come back and kill him in the evening hours, my trusty green car battering the life out of him as I spun my tires away back to Maryland, awaiting a call that my friend had been killed, by a stranger no less. But I didn't. I stayed my killing hand. I turned my. People didn't look like that in real life, but she did.I tore my eyes away with superhuman effort."Here we go..." I cleared my throat and focused on my best friend's pussy, reminding myself that Denise wasn't far from perfect herself and much more attainable. Maybe that's the difference, like perfection exists only in what we can't have; once we get it, well ... What's left?"You better pay attention to what you're doing down there," Denise warned me with a giggle."Bad time for Amy to show up,. " I remember, we where close, but that's been ten years ago. She was eight. " I said a bit confused.Vicky giggled, " she was enamored with you." Then with a bit of regret in her voice she said, "My fault really, she needed a father." Then looking at me she asked, "What happened to us?" I don't know, Vicky." I said honestly. "and it's too late tonight to figure it out. Why don't the two of you stay here. I can move Sam to my bed, and you two can share it, and I'll sleep here on the couch." I. " Exactly," I replied, "they mean business."Without realising it, I had told Angela a hell of a lot more than Ishould have. But strangely, my remarks also served to bring her outa little bit. She actually described the kidnap, which she hadnever mentioned in all the time since she had been rescued. As I listened to her account I suddenly realised I was gettinginformation that doctors and politicians and military men had beendesperately seeking for their various remedial purposes. Angela wasa.