Perhaps it was simply her body. I don't know. What I do know is that she was stuck in my thoughts, and I didn't really want to get her out of them. So...I was at the party without a date, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.After the big party, Gabriel always took a two-week vacation. Usually, he and his wife would go to Disney World. He didn't fly- -it was a two-day drive to Orlando--but they went every year. Gabriel is a creature of habit, more so than most people, and he'd made his travel plans. He stepped around her, and she heard the sound of snapping twigs. She barely had time to register the rushing noise as a thin stick stung a line across her ass. She whimpered at the sound again as her whipped her mercilessly, until she was red raw and sobbing through the gag.Suddenly she felt something hard pressing against her wet lips, pushing them apart, seeking her tight hole.As dripping as she was, he had no trouble sliding the handle of the hunting knife inside her, the noises she was. I was mesmerised, unable to take my eyes off them as she removed the bra and dropped it on top the discarded blouse. They were perfectly round; the pink areola was the size of a fifty-cent piece and an erect nipple crowned each one. "Ooh they... they're b-b-beautiful." I was close enough to touch them, but I didn't - not that I didn't want to - instead I kept my arms at a safe distance."Not good enough Justin. I'm not taking anything else off until you tell me what you think of my breasts."I. I squeezed and massaged those lovelies, caressing them enough to force her body to press into mine, if only for more contact as she gasped and mewled against my lips.This spot was far too perfect for me, and that drove me to impatience. Normally I would have teased her upper body until she begged me for more, but I was slightly hurried by my own need. A hand flew down to her pants, the zipper and button becoming undone quickly thanks to tons of practice, and my hands soon found themselves.