I was naked, tired and my face and tits covered with cum but mostly I was scared. I ran screaming hoping to get attention, but to my surprise the supe...market was empty. "There is no one here!" His voice boomed, "no one to save you, so like all of my good sluts, die!"I reached the supermarket door to find it now blocked by a wall of concrete. I was trapped and there was no way of escape. I could see him edging towards me slowly, taking his time to possibly savor the moment. Maybe I should have. I held her up against the stair case while our tongues were deep in each others mouth. Oh how I missed her, I missed not being able to hold her, feel her, own her, use her, love her. Camille always told me that even though she was married to Rob, I was the only one she belonged to. It did'nt matter that they had been married for 15 years now she belonged to me, her body belonged to me. Slowly moving my face down onto her breast I pulled off her t shirt after about 2 minutes we were both. But yesterday, as we sat facing each other in "conference," and Tim looked up my skirt, there were no panties! He got an extra long look that time, and I don't know if he saw it, but my pussy was definitely wet and shiny.I thought he was going to lose it then and there and cream his pants. An obvious and instant bulge that was huge, did appear along his leg. He barely made it through the next minute or so before he abruptly said he had to get going. I watched him rush down the hall to the boy's. .the next installment or what developed . Maybe you should read that one first to see how this developed...It was time for the annual Halloween party and my wife had come up with an interesting costume idea for us . A native , kind of Hawaiian theme , with the grass skirt thing . I convinced her that a nice little thong under the skirt would be the most realistic way to do it and she agreed .A friend of ours showed up with his girlfriend and they were dressed as Tarzan and Jane . Their costumes.