How could she be so relieved that her husband was dead? Did that make her a monster?No. He had been the beast. Now there would be no more bruises ... ...o more loose teeth from his fist hitting her mouth. There would be no more drunken rages where she was dragged to the bedroom, stripped bare and then taken like a common whore. She shuddered, as she had for years, at the thought of his slapping hands and squeezing fingers, that left bruises on her after sex that was always painful. No longer. “I think I have an idea,” I told her. “About my planned talk with my boyfriend tomorrow. To figure out our relationship. Or if he and I even still have a relationship. So, would you and Dave be willing to double-date with me and Tom? And the two of you just follow my lead on what I say and do?” “Of course, Justine,” Kat replied. “I did promise you moral support. And I meant it. I’m sure after Dave enjoyed your pussy so much this evening, he’ll be happy to help you, too.” I then called a. The young girl sat close to Bret, her thigh pressing his, or a hand brushing over his. Her attention belonged solely to Bret. Frank was aware of that fact whether the others were or not. And her father's attention was on her.But not now as she was seated there, but on the image of her naked body so willingly receiving Bret's young cock.It was an image that refused to leave Frank's mind. After returning to camp, he had tried to lose it by reading, then by eating, but the vision persisted,. " As I watched her drive away I thought, "Interesting evening, interesting lady."---"Jim, did you hear what I said?" Melissa's question popped me back to reality."Uh, yeah. Well, no. My mind was off in la la land. I'm sorry, Missy. What was it?" I stammered."I said I think I'll get a soak before dinner. OK?" she patiently repeated to me."Oh, OK. I'll go get the tub ready," I answered as I headed for the stairs. Pausing I asked, "Are you ready for a refill?" Yeah, but I'll go get it. I'd rather.