Her body, though, still felt as if it were being split open by a gigantic log as he continued his cruel, rough fucking of her cunt. His hands were gri...ping and squeezing her, prodding her with sadistic force, hurting her and making her wiggle helplessly with pain.Without warning, as if his desire could not be satisfied in this more normal manner, he slipped his wet cock from between her legs and grabbed her hips and forced her to he face down on the bed, turning her over with cruel force. He. In a gentlemanly fashion I let her walk first. But the real reason is that I can stare at her arse. She is wearing tight, lycra-like leggings and I bet she has no knickers on. Over the top is a one piece woolen garment. The raincoat she has on is barely down to her waist. Not the sort you need in this weather; but like me, she is also resigned to the fact that she will get wet today; in more ways than one. She halts at the edge of a clearing. “Who told you to stop,” I said jokingly as my hand. "You'll have to stand in line if I get there first," Brenda quietly said, "but I will want to cut his balls off before I kill him."The vehemence in her voice convinced everyone in the room that she was dead serious.Near Idaho Springs, ColoradoAt Matt and Courtney Grigsby's new home, tucked into the side of a small mountain a few miles from Denver, the couple went out their back door, Courtney with a pie carrier in each hand and Matt carrying two small travel bags.A few minutes later, Courtney. Beautiful women, great pay, and to top it off, they gave me a window office that overlooks the Willamette River. What luck, I thought. Then Nel moved in. Right out of grad school and into my life. Over a weekend, she brought in her lamps and curtains. She even rearranged our desks. She sits behind me, now, and I sit by the door.Last Wednesday."Uh, dude, these numbers don't make sense," she blurted out. My headphones were on, but it was no use. You can't tune-out a voice like that. Pitchy,.