I made up my mind that when the first notes of the song hit my ear drums I would finally go downstairs and compliment the source. I still had not come...to the conclusion on whether or not someone played the music or if it was just a CD or something similar. I needed to know. The question of who or what the music was had been plaguing my mind for three days now. It was one of those pesky questions that results, without obtaining the answer, in one ripping out their hair and going utterly mad.. "Ok. But how did he get into the mansion, if he was working for the 'other side?'" I was worrying at that one niggling fact and trying to fit it into the known circumstances."Sometimes, Carl, I have to tell you what I know, then follow it up with what I think and what I suspect. This is one of those times. I think Ivan Krekonovich was working both sides of the street, and to survive the coming purge, was changing sides permanently. My reasoning is this; Ivan, I was told by a person with no. Now any mathematician knows that a half inch wider when adding up from an inch and a half will double the volume of the cylinder.So saying that Dave was twice as big as me was no lie. His volume is twice the volume of my peter and therefore he was stretching my wife cunt substantially each time he fucked her.Once he was fully embedded in her Frank pushed her down to Dave’s chest so that her tits were mashed against him. Dave wrapped his arms around her and began kissing her. Pam didn’t resist. She looked just like her mother except younger. She had long dark hair and with her upturned nose and tanned skin looked a bit like the actress Mila Kunis that played Jackie Burkhart on that 70’s show.She ignored me and pushed past me to head straight for Blair. The two of them pretended to be the best of friends and hugged. However, they both had ice-cold stares in their eyes the moment they turned their backs on one another.I suddenly felt ashamed to be a girl if that was what it involved.