She couldn't look at him. She knew that he was planning to fuck her, to have her, and I was immediately jealous."Lleave her! Shs ... she's ... m daugh...er, my daughter," I said abruptly, feigning slow-wittedness.Jesus, what was up with me? What was going on? Why was I doing this? Why was I bothering? Christine was nothing to me. She was the daughter of my enemy.And yet she was my soul mate in death, my wife, and I was determined to defend her honor.The one with the pike raised his weapon and. Heather has beautiful green eyes and long,flowing strawberry blonde hair. She is very shapely, and has anappealingly soft, somewhat husky voice.I was surprised when Heather called me, asking if we could meet for lunch,in a very good way. The truth is, I had been thinking about her a lot,since we met. I was nervously excited to get to see her again.Our lunch was very nice, and we talked about ourselves a little. WhileHeather was talking, I had a hard time focusing, as I was stunned by herbeauty. He is Mad Mike, ademented man who lived in his big old house, way down at the end of the lane.Mad Mike served 5 years in prison for numerous violent sex crimes, he wouldlikely have served more, but most of the ?victims? refused to testify. This washis first Halloween of freedom since his release. Mike had relocated to thissuburban town and bought a large abandoned house nestled down the end of adesolate dead-end street. Outside of his weekly counselling sessions, Mikerarely left the house, he. Jason's style was faster, more forceful and powerful, and definitely more ruthless. His recklessness caused him to pull out too far on several occasions and the subsequent thrust resulted in him sliding full length upwards between her labia and rubbing against her tiny clit. It was that unexpected awkward caressing of her love button that brought her to a tremendous orgasm, one of the most exciting that she had ever experienced.Jason pushed himself back into her body, even as she was thrashing.