Seething anger rolls off me as I stalk around the immobile, kneeling figure of the creature who would have raped me. My breathing is short and fast, a...r expelled in furious huffs and inhaled through flared nostrils. I feel as if I could breathe fire and I want to, if only to burn this worthless sack of shit to a crisp. I lick my torn lip, letting the burn add fuel to my rage, until I realise that Ive healed myself. Interesting. When I stop in front of the demon, he begins to whimper. He knows. He had both a good story and a good outlook on life. He could have passed for the Marlboro man with his looks but was a little heavier set.As I ate my Smore I made a mess, and he told me it was all over my face. As I was quite drunk, I said that this was not the first time I had white stuff all over my face. He laughed and we clinked glasses a few times on landing funny ones as we talked. I lit up the second joint. It was quite dark with only the light of the fire glowing on our faces. He was. Or if Agness pulled back because of the pain. But only after a short duration, my cock was back outside of my wife. I was still enjoying my cock against her vagina, so I began gyrating my hips and running my hands along her long soft legs. I would reach up and cup her large gorgeous breast as I slid my cock up and down and back and forth across her pussy. I never looked over at Brett. Just looked at my beautiful wife's face from a position only Brett has seen for years. Then, I seen out of the. Slowly I feel a small trembling hand on my thigh. Gripping my wet slippery skin, searching something to hold on to. Nails sink in my skin. Soft nipples between my lips raise themselves like proud mountains. My hand tears down the hiding place of your beautiful secret, softly I touch the softest skin there is and feel your legs become tense. Loosening the grip on your neck, but to restore it within a breath. Your slim fingers crawling up to my tower of flesh, and climbing down, and climbing up..