The thing in my hand moved, it seemed to be squeezing my hand, not unpleasantly, no it was comforting somehow, I wanted to see it, but I couldn't."Dan...y." the voice again."Danny, wake up darling, come back to me, please Danny, don't leave me like this."If I could just open my eyes, I could put a name to the voice, it sounded nice, nice and soft and gentle, I wanted to meet the owner of that voice."Danny you bastard, if you die, I'll--, I'll bloody well kill you."The wetness dripped onto my. He found out, of course. He killed my lover. He almost killed me.Then he killed himself.No. I killed him.I know. I have no right to live on. But I do.I could annoy you with repentance and remorse, but I won't. Not because I don't honestly feel it. I do feel remorse, about ten tons of it and they all weigh on my heart.But there is no point, is there?My love is dead. George is gone. So is every dream I ever had. I carelessly and thoughtlessly threw them away. I betrayed and killed the one good. She raised her hips off the sofa as her first orgasm of the evening spread through her excited pussy. I watched transfixed as my wife held her shaved pussylips wide open, showing me her pink wet interior and looked directly into my eyes as she said.“Carl will stretch this tight unfaithful cunt so much tonight!” she giggled as she taunted me, gaining smug satisfaction from my obvious discomfort.Before I could react, the sound of the doorbell echoed in our hallway. I rose from my seat to greet my. Maria rubbed her hip on my protruding dick with visible relish and she even patted it down low hoping her indiscretion was out of view of the others. The basically shy girl never failed to attempt to hide her weakness in being attracted to male cocks from the other females around her.Consuela saw her naughty move and she stepped on Maria’s tiny foot with her high heeled shoes. She had a thing for Maria and her jealousy was ever present even in non-important matters such as harmless flirting or.