That the circumstances were right, and all was ready.Thomas looked across the street at the athletic form of Rob Anderson as he stretched in front of ...is house, ready for his morning run. He looked at the muscular legs and arms, and the tight fitting running gear. He looked at the sports socks and expensive training shoes. All would soon be removed and his cold fish would learn to live naked.For a moment, Rob seemed to look across the street – look into Thomas’s eyes. And Thomas fancied. You wanted to kill more that day. I could see you shifting your eyes around, daring someone, anyone, to take you on so you could kill them."You walked right past me when you went back in the bar. That's when I saw your eyes. There was nothing in them. They were just hollow. The only thing I could see for sure was that you were disappointed that none of the man's friends had offered to stand up for him. The only anger you felt was for the fact that you had hoped to kill 5 or 6 that day instead. Sitting up onto her knees, Karen hobbled on them to Jeremy. She stopped in front of him, unsure where to begin. There was a sense of naughtiness she’d never felt before. Fucking your best friend’s boyfriend was a crime in her book. Her rulebook however, failed to define whether banging him with permission was bad or good. Just to think of it felt wicked as all sin. But it was a good sort of wicked. Laughing, Karen shrugged. Jeremy joined her laughter and his hands came up, smoothing her arms. My bulb sac got tight and my shaft got hard as soon as I saw her.I bend down to stick it into her and she puts her arms around me and pulls me down on top of her. Then she grabs my shaft, sticks it in her mound crack and pushes herself up at it. I sink in real deep. It was nice and tight and I start pushing in and out right away.This one's really wet, and she gets me real excited right away, so I started out pretty fast. Not fast enough for her, though. She grabs my butt and pulls me deeper.