Violet took my open mouth as a target and launched herself forward, kissing me deeply as her hands stroked up and down the stiffening length of my coc....I groaned as my fists curled at the hem of her T-shirt, tugging upwards. Violet’s lips pulled back just enough for me to pull the white fabric over her head before her mouth sank back on mine.Vi’s deep, hungry kisses left me as dizzy as her emotional whiplash from sad confusion to desperate lust. But I was too far gone to say anything.My. Everything stored in the boxes had been washed and pressed, folded and packed and nothing thrown away. Things I had not worn in years were there, miniskirts, dresses, tops and even shoes that had been out of fashion for almost a decade had all been packed away. Knickers the size of running shorts and plain white bras I thought had gone in the bin years before were all there; what was mum thinking storing such rubbish? I had left the Ladies College at almost 18 to go to Uni, that was ten years. He came in and sat down beside my wife, she reached over and unzipped his pants and snaked her fingers into the opening and pulled out a big fat cock. She told Mark that she wanted me to suck his cock.I objected and started protesting she told Mark to take all of his clothes off, as Mark was stripping, my wife grabbed me by my balls and pulled them hard, I let out a groan and fell down on my knees. She had decided that I needed to taste cum straight from the cock, so she grabbed the back of my. Fear was a powerful persuasive force. "Play with yourself." What? No!"Ryan regarded the traffic, before sliding his gaze back to her and shrugging. "Told ya."Christina was indignant. "Wait. You think I won't do it?" I know you won't." He refrained from using the word 'chicken', its meaning clearly implied.She stared him down. Ryan could see her in exactly the predicament he wanted: trapped between the alcohol, her peers and her faith. In a three-way tug-of-war, he knew the alcohol invariably.