She gazed up at the ceiling as he injected her and started stitching her up.She hardly felt the pain as her mind reeled at what was happening to them....She just lay there as the man who had cut her removed her shoes and pants. He whistled as he pulled her underwear down her legs.Rachel closed her eyes.''Geeeezz!...Mike have a look at this.You ain't ever seen a more hairy puss!'' Michael tied the last of twelve stitches and glanced down between the woman's legs.Jason parted Rachel's limbs. She had a perfect ass and always had a small natural muff of brown public hair that barely covered her pussy. I called her the perfect love doll and sex was always great. She loved her orgasms no matter how she got them. While she would rarely instigate sex (a Catholic thing I think), there was never anything physical that she would not do or let me do to her.We were in our late twenties and after living in our starter home for a few years we decided to move up to a larger house. We hired a. At the utility room door, I cleanly swipe his tshirt off, revealing his young, devilishly attractive, slender body. We aim for the stairs, I start pulling at his track suit bottoms, I pull the elastic cord, and as he clears his shoes, his pants drop revealing his colourful undies, and athletic legs. He removes my belt, and opens the buttons to my jeans, they start to fall, I loose my shoes, I push the jeans down all the way. We are at the stairs, both of us in our undies, kissing madly. We. A touch. A soft, tender, touch."Michael?" my mind whispers. A small nervous caress of two beings."Yes, shush!"I fall silent knowing that his request is more than a command. It is a matter of life or damnation itself. I wait. And as I lay here, I flesh and become physical. My breasts heave with each painful breath I take, the bubbles trailing from my lips, and my nipples harden with the slow sexual wave washing gently over me. He comes closer until I feel him lie next to my naked body. The time.