Just stop me if I'm wrong. And there'ssomeone else, isn't there? Someone else for both of us. Someone long-term. Someone back at home. Husbands. Wives... All the same shit. We getour kicks preying on their insecurities. Abusing trust. I know you,honey. I've known a hundred like you. You all like sneering at thethought. That's why I bring it up. Transparency. No room to think aboutwhat happens next with a warped perspective. Just animals, figuring outthe pack order. Alphas taking charge. Predators. And no matter how good a girl you were, it was never enough. People came and they went. Things changed. Time moved on. Just like the wheels and gears that turned the peddle of Nana’s old sewing machine. The foot upon the peddle turned the wheel at the side. A belt connected it to another smaller wheel that turned a wheel upon the sewing machine. The needle went up and down. And with it the threads of time. They caught on other threads from the bobbin beneath. Stitches formed. Some so tight. “Wait, what? Proof for what? Why does Carly need to know that we did it?” she asked. “Well… you promise you won’t get mad?” I said. I didn’t really care if she got mad. I just wanted to see her reaction.“What?” she asked.I answered “Well, you know that after I caught you watching us, SHE thought you were going to blackmail her and threaten to tell your parents, right? Well I knew you were just watching because you were a horny little perv and wanted to do it yourself.” I flashed her my best. Her mouth was changing from a place of expression to a point of penetration. Tammy welcomed the change, knowing that, at this moment, his need for sexual release outweighed her need to showcase her desire. Passion and technique changed to muscle and function as her willingness to please Josh caused her to become an object, and not necessarily a person. The more fully she took him in, the more he kept thrusting long and steady inside her mouth. Suddenly she felt him jerk in her mouth, and she.