You may know me or you may not… and if by a strange twist of fate, you will somehow recognize me… I’ve already put that into consideration, and ...’ll be visiting your house very, very soon.” – Direct quote from the letter found in the crime scene.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------From my hiding spot, I watch my precious doll of tumbling flesh, Kari Kamiya, as she prepares to leave school. I see her, talking idly with her. Her pale skin had a dusting of freckles around her shoulders but her flat stomach was smooth and blemish free. Both she and Kunjal were wearing tiny pairs of grey athletic shorts with the waist rolled down strategically in an effort to accent their stomachs and bikini bottoms. Kunjal’s blond hair was pulled up and her ample cleavage was wet and shining in the cabin light. I was soaking wet and pulled off my shirt and let my blue swimming trunks drip dry.“Looks like someone had been working. We made love again that night. This time, we made love under the moonlit night, in the backyard. This time I did not face humiliation, lasting far longer than before. I can still hear your moans as I rocked into you, bringing you to climax as I had wanted to so badly. ‘Where is Stephaney?’ asks a woman with a familiar face. ‘You two were so cute together. I heard you got married.’ ‘Yes we were married,’ I tell her. ‘We were married in October, the year after graduation. It was a small affair,. "Sure, sweetie. Go ahead. I can see you're in a hurry. And that's good, because he's about three wet strokes away from coming. At least the first time will be memorable for one of you."With one hand on my breast, another cupping my bottom beneath the skirt, and his hard member twitching and teasing my pussy lips, I almost told Imaginary Belinda to go fuck herself. I could hear Kevin holding his breath as his cock made those long flexes and I realised that he was trying and probably failing to.