She sat down on the couch and unfastened her French braid. Nervously, she combed her hair out and re-braided it. She tried to ignore how her nipples r...se and fell with the combing of her hair. They were like manometers; telegraphing every move she made.The wood floors were fifty years old. They may have been old, but they always looked brand new in the sense that they always looked clean and recently finished with tongue oil. They also functioned like a public address system. She could hear. Take out your cock, I want to see it.”“Really, you want to see it now, as you tell me all this?” I said, pretending outrage as I unzipped my jeans. Out popped my five inches, fully hard.“You see!” exclaimed Elaine. “I knew it. This doesn’t get you angry, it gets you hard. Another guy fucking your girl gets you turned on. Sometimes I think to myself you must be gay because of the way you react to hearing about other guys cocks.”“I’m not gay, but I suppose I have to admit I love the thought of. . my speed increased and we both were enjoying it .. .. I pulled my dick outside .. .. she asked what happened and I said we have to use condom .. .. she made me wore a dotted condom and again we started … The same position and she was running out of breath and that was exciting me more…. I stretched my legs and my hands were taking support from her neck by raising it at an angle and the speed increased … Our lips kept meeting each other and she was giving me love bites to control her pain and. "Come on Jack, this ain't funny!," I said. Now I began to panic. I stayed still, tried to feel his heart beat or feel his pulse thru his dick. Nothing. Oh FUCK!!! "OH GOD!!! Please not again!!!, Come on Jack, enough, I'm getting scared....," I prayed, I begged. Dam it!! Mother fucker had a heart attack!! I hope he wasn't dead!! I knew he was, I mean, he lost his bowels and his bladder. Fuck!! He came in me, then fucking died!! I was helpless. My wrists and ankles were securely tied. I had.