Without formally discussing it, we had formed a thruple. While Louisa still had her own place, she spent nearly every weekend with us, from Friday eve...ing though Sunday evening. She even kept some of her office attire at our house in case she stayed over Sunday night.We knew it was time to really talk about what we were doing one Saturday night as we were lying in bed with Louisa between us.She turned to Wallace, stroked his cheek, and said, “I love you.”She then turned to me, stroked my cheek,. I love fucking your brains out." "Yeah? Fuck my brains out? Go ahead and fuck me. You fuck me good and tight. Fuck me until I'm screaming for more. Oh, yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yeeeeeeesssss! Fuck! Fuck me until it hurts! Fucking fuck me!" She loved my dick just like she says. Who was I to argue? I removed my dick and felt all the wetness spilling. Kara was justifiably proud of her looks and she liked it best when others were noticing. Dirk thought that the way Kara was dressed this morning, was really a bit much for the front yard, but then the front yard was kind of small and she wouldn’t be out there long. If he had a real objection though, it was that the front windows of the house were all shuttered and he wouldn’t be able to watch. And with Kara dressed as she was, she was going to be fun to watch. Kara had tied the bikini strings. Of course becoming an assassin wasn’t her dream job nor was it even on her list of professions she wanted as an adult. But circumstances and life have ways of altering the planned course of people’s lives. In her case, she was a young girl, living in the suburbs with a loving family in no need of want. They became the victim of a mob style hit.Her father was a Federal witness, and because of this, they became the target of revenge. After her parents were slain, she remained the last to alive..