That was a thing we were studying in art class. ACCKKK! I felt something pointed, something sharp, being dragged up my left thigh. Oh, God, no, they�...re going to cut me up and kill me. I could feel my nylons running, the torn weave in them lessening the light pressure where they made contact on the skin of my legs. I’m not going to live through this. Then they did the same to the other leg. They dragged whatever it was down the inside of my right thigh. The nylons parted as the implement was. .. though I really would like to eat your pussy. I think you'd probably let me if my tits were bigger. I bet if I played with my nipples more they'd grow ... Hello? ... Hello? ... Shannon? ... The bitch hung up on me!"Kyle grinned and wished. Christine dialed his friend Bryan. Christine began playing with her nipples as she waited for him to pick up and, in accordance with Kyle's wish, her tits started to grow."Hello, Brian?" she said, holding the phone with her shoulder so her hands were free. I missed his funeral and everthing." i said my voice dripping with menace. "Well darling we didnt want to bother you with such drab news specially after the wedding dibacal. oh before i forget, here is what was left to you. she says openeing the front door and briniging in a guitar case and attached to that was a letter and a check. I sat still trying to prosecc what had just happened. "get out mom, get out and never come back. after all the shit you have done to me in the past, this is the. What the woman feels in the situation, I don't know. Who really knows what goes inside the head of other people? I would like to suggest that you ask a girlfriend to write about it, not your wife though... Those doubts, damned doubts... About the ending, I'm not a writer, so I can't give you one, only some ideas.She stayed with the guy from Thursday to Sunday; like the husband asked, was it the first time? I don't believe so. Now I have to confess that I'm not a saint and when I had girlfriends.