I stopped by the grocery store near my apartment and, even though it was already crowded with Friday evening shoppers, managed to get the items that I...needed for the weekend. I wanted to clean out the refrigerator before I put any fresh vegetables in it but figured some eggs, bacon, milk, and a few frozen items wouldn't complicate that too much. My last stop was to pick up a super value meal at the burger joint of last resort; you know the one with the golden arches, and then fought my way. They each seemed to be about forty years old. Of the two, the woman was the most interesting. She was extremely attractive and was wearing what looked like a short skirt but he knew was a skort which was a mini skirt covering shorts. The skort showed that she had great legs. Her breasts were a little large for her frame and it seemed to Matt that she was carrying them higher than could be expected because of her age. Maybe it was because of the bra she had on he thought. She wore designer eye. He looms over you and in an instant his hand is around your neck, squeezing the sides of your throat. “I’ll give you something to bite on,” he growls angrily. With his free hand he reaches down and rips your wet panties away from your body. You feel the sting as the fabric tears away. He takes them in your hand and stuffs them down into your mouth. Letting go of your throat he places his hand firmly over your mouth. The taste of your own juices and the fabric mix in your mouth. His hand moves. Whats this? Jerry asked, as he closed the door to the steam-filled bathroom and stepped into the bedroom. Starting without me? She looked up from the magazine and slowly brought her large, hazel eyes into focus on him. The color was already high in her smooth cheeks, and the flush had spread down her neck to her upper chest. Her small mouth was open, her lips parted. Her nipples poked up against the thin sheet. She seemed to be realizing for the first time that she had one hand beneath the.