“Ken, I am so goddamned lonely right now,” she stammered, struggling to get all the words out, “I keep thinking about how much I like being arou...d you. You’re so handsome, so nice. Sometimes those thoughts get … dirty. I ... oh God, maybe this is a mistake.”“Maybe it’s not,” I quickly responded, giving her leg a light squeeze, “I’ve had thoughts about you, too, Miranda. Thoughts I wouldn’t tell anyone else about.”“Except me?”“Except you.”“Then tell me,” she whispered, moving closer to me.That. I came back on her sucking her lips, and while doing that I slid my hand under her churidar and pressed her boobs she began to breathe loudly, I kept on sucking her lips, squeezing her ass and pressing her boobs then I made remove her churidar, and she was now standing in front of me, in dark brown bra and tight yellow leggings, the juice from her pussy had made a stain on her leggingsShe stood there in wet leggings and her big boobs trying to tear her bra.I looked at her from head to toe, her. Now there was nothing but the shame and humiliation of lying here on this filthy, awful bed while the idiot Stitch finally got his way with her and the venomous Jodie egged him on to heap greater and greater indignities upon her helpless body.She jerked as she suddenly felt hands on her buttocks behind. It was Jodie and she was drawing them slowly apart. Susan could not see her eyes but imagined them as burning and glistening like coal even in the light coming in through the window. She had. .. OOF!" Genevieve may have lost much of her muscle tone but the hard punch to my stomach when I wasn't expecting it felt like a piledriver had hit me."It's not MY money! Did you see a pre-nup? What's mine is yours and yours is mine, remember our deal? It's OUR money now." Okay... Okay, just don't hit me again. I should have added that to our vows." Too late. I can't shoot you again. Nothing was said about hitting." Between more kisses, Genevieve joked, "God, you're such a complainer. You.