Part was disturbed that I had enjoyed it.The first thing that I noticed when I opened up my eyes was the way Iwas laying in the bed. Both knees were p...shed out and my feet wereplanted almost as if I were bracing myself for something. It was theexact position I was laying when my friend Joe was slowly making love tome in my dreams.I looked out the window at the sun streaming through the lacy curtains,reveling in the dream that I just had. It felt very strange in that typeof situation being the. He swore and tensed up and it was as if I could feel every muscle in his body turn to steel. His cum scalded the back of my throat and his cock was pulsing and constricting like one of those snakes that crush you to death. I wish I could say that I swallowed all his cum—it was impossible! The cum just kept leaping out of his cock, as if he were pouring a gallon of hot salty milk down my throat. I choked and gasped and finally he let me go, his cock still wet and half-hard, coated with my. A ghastly thought had taken possession of his reeling mind. What if--he'd heard of such women--what if Sally had abnormal desires? What if she could only be aroused by brutality, turned on by violent sex? Unthinkable... but not impossible. But why, then, hadn't she sought his help, confided in him?If she had been unfaithful, well, it was too much to contemplate what he would do in such a case. He groaned in misery and apprehension as he pushed open the unlocked first floor door. He stood there. I have to be honest I started to look round the house and see if I could find any clues like I’m assuming (hoping) most people would! I had reason to be suspicious as I met her when she was with someone else and she also had a thing with a couple which is another story but you see where I’m coming from. It was a Saturday night and Lexy had just come home from being out for drinks and fell asleep pretty quickly leaving a trail of crap behind her including leaving her phone in the.