The other hand reaches for my pussy and once again, his expert fingers stroke my clit until I am ready to explode.“Don’t ever forget this,” he g...owls in my ear at the exact moment I feel my orgasm start.I cry out as my pussy begins to contract around his cock. He continues to fuck me as I try to stay upright; my legs are like jelly now, and I’m not sure how much longer I can stand. As if he can read my mind, he quickens his pace and cums, hard, whilst buried deep inside me.“Fuck, I needed. “Mike? How is she?” my mom asked.“Mr. Mills said that the tests gave her better than a 95% chance of surviving, and the risk of needing a liver transplant is low. I guess the next couple of days will tell the story. Both her parents insisted I come home, and you had as well.”“Becky, we’ll put you in Liz’s room tonight, OK? Mike will be right across the hall.”“OK.”“Let me show you where it is, and see if I can find you a sleep shirt or nightgown to wear. I have a spare toothbrush we can open for. The force of her command startled me, but I did as I was told. Once we were in the bedroom, she shut the door and turned to me. "When I see something I want, I take it," she said. "We either do this my way, or not at all. Understand?" I managed to mumble a feeble yes. She ordered me to take off my shirt, then tied it over my eyes, making an effective blindfold. "I got to improvise with whatcha got here," she stated. "I ain't got my equipment." After she secured the blindfold, she told me to. Through the scope, I could observe the parking lot and the cemetery. I waited. I couldn’t shake the picture of her. It haunted me and blamed me mercilessly. I’d brought it down on her and I couldn’t forgive myself.Time passed slowly and painfully. Darkness fell. At ten-thirty, headlights appeared. I tracked the black Suburban. It parked, engine running. Headlights winked off.Through the scope I saw two occupants in the front seats, neither of them Lucas Smith.The passenger door opened. A.