There wasn't a chance in hell that I'd sleep tonight.Lying in my bed, staring into the darkness, was pure torture. My obsession with pussy totally pos...essed my soul. I wondered if I was weirder than most kids my age. In my mind I fucked Abigail over and over, though I'd never yet actually fucked anybody. The closest I'd ever been to getting pussy was when I fooled around with this white girl from my school. She was Italian and told me she was saving herself for marriage and all that bullshit.. Make it look like a computer was never in here. What should we do with the rest?’ ‘We burn it,’ Mike said. ‘Fill the back of the truck, take it somewhere, start a bonfire.’ ‘Mike, think about it. Twenty-eight unsolved cases. Women who need closure. We could send in the photos anonymously.’ ‘Christie needs closure. She needs this part of her life to be over with. If we turn this in, it’s going to be an even bigger media circus. Her life will just go from one nightmare to a different nightmare.. She put everything back as it was and went to the bathroom. In the shower she tried to figure out what was going on but couldn’t.oOoA few days later, Jill and Audrey were lying in Audrey's bed. A 24-inch double ended dong lay between them, still glittering from their pussy juices. Jill had bought it for her friend and they often used it. Mostly in a doggy position so their ass cheeks rubbed against each other as they fucked.“So, what are you going to do, confront him?” asked Audrey while. I know that must seem odd at thishour of the morning, and it is, I suppose, but youappeal to me and my husband doesn’t mind our littleflirtations at all. In fact, it gets him hot to see youlooking at me. I only wished it happened on the wayhome when we could so more about it than we can whenwe’re both on our way to work. But I’m getting awayfrom my point here. “Basically, we’re a couple that really enjoys…well,you know, making love, having sex.”She.