So it was set. The clouds outside the window looked thick enough to walk across, step from one to another as stones in a creek. She closed her eyes an... recalled the days some thirteen years ago when Dave would have hustled her back to the tiny little cubicle for a bathroom, undressed her from the hips down and made sweet love to her with his fingers. He would be chewing her nipples through her blouse creating little wet spots, all the while she would be fighting him telling him this was not the. It wasn't just a man being pussywhipped thing; it had a physical basis. I would remember to carrythings for her more often when things were normal again. My stomach was growling and I realized that I was getting hungry andlooked at my watch. It was one in the afternoon. Back to the mall andthe food court. Time was moving on, Karen was usually back by five-thirty on her Saturday. I ordered pizza, and was about to put the slicein my face but stopped. I didn't want my makeup destroyed with. "What a girl – what a WOMAN!" he told himself.Dave could contain his surging semen no longer. He felt the constriction, the pleasant throbbing, the rapid unfurling of imminent orgasm washing over him. "I'm cumming, Tiff!" he cried in hushed tones."Me, too!" she squealed, not nearly as hushed as her lover. And she was indeed cumming. Dave felt her constrictions urging him on to final release. His own climax spewed uncontrollably, shaking him to the foundation of his emotional and physical being.. "Still, I saw no way out of my awful life with him, and I did something Auntie told me NEVER to do: I questioned the cards about my own end. I was not sad to find that it was coming very soon. I foresaw the tree... the very tree I'd been under while talking to Brenda and Dee! It would strike and kill me! You can't imagine how I felt when I sensed the presence inside me again at that moment. Dee had returned. She'd done it once already, even though Brenda has since told me that she was more than.