I waved for them to come over as I pulled the paper away that covered the hole in the wall. Both my friends just giggled and whispered that I was cra...y – I was not crazy, unless you call being super horny crazy. Nothing happened at the hole, and I thought that we must have struck-out. I decided to take a look through the hole and see if any guys were using the stall that was on the other side of the wall. As I went to look through the hole, I got poked in the eye with an average sized cock.. ”Ben hears Liz’s request, walks closer and says, “Liz, that’s not a problem and we will both be at your wedding.”I look at Ben like he’s crazy and ask, “Ben, are you sure about this?”Ben affirms, “Hell yes, I’ve made up my mind! I’m tired of running and hiding from these fucking terrorists as if we’re afraid of them. We’re going to take the fight to them.”Then he cautions, “Liz, this means that both Jens and I will be carrying at the wedding.”Liz yells, “Yippee! Thanks Jens, I knew I could. She placed his tip at the entrance of my aching pussy, and without a word he pushed inside me. I gasped as he entered me and basked in that sensual feeling of being penetrated, of being filled and of being, almost, consumed by a man. I moaned as those familiar but now long lost sensations rushed through me. It was unbelievable to have a man inside me and I began to lose all reason and contact with reality. Steve wasnt fucking me yet, I realised in the normal sense of the way. He wasnt. And that was true for over a year.I had not counted on the desperation of a dying woman.When Melodie’s letter reached me, she told me she had been searching for me for years. To try to apologize for her reaction in the hospital.“No apology will ever excuse how I reacted,” she wrote me, “but I do want you to know that I have never stopped loving you.”She also told me she had never filed for divorce.At the end of the letter were her final words.“I may be dead by the time this letter reaches you,”.