His hands would find their way under my shirt as he nibbled on my neck. I would be on fire at this point, wet and longing for him to touch my bare ski....I wouldn’t be able to take it anymore. I’d rip his shirt off and kiss his neck in thanks for the way he was making me feel. He’d follow suit and rip my shirt off. Squeezing my boobs and grunting out of lust. The bra would come off next and he’d attack my nipples with his touch. Sucking and nibbling on them. I would be getting wetter, the desire. I met this girl while distributing the marriage cards actually she is granddaughter of my grandmothers friend we have went give a marriage card to their house there I saw this girl for the first time only I taught to take her on bed all were talking about marriage I started to talk to her casually we introduced our self and returned to our home. After two days of our visit that girl came to our house on that time we was going out for shopping she also came with us for shopping while going in. I kept remembering that torn up bed and those used rubbers and I remembered the gangbangs I'd participated in during college and I saw Elise on that torn up bed with eight or nine guys standing around waiting for a turn and it just kept me fired up. I think Elise might have been happy to see me go to work on Monday.That week I fucked Elise every night when I got home from work, mostly to see if I could detect any evidence that someone else had already been there. Friday afternoon I was in the. Again I offered my hand. He froze for a instant. "NEVER!!" He screamed, and he batted my hand out of his way. I watched my brother flee madly down the street. Sadness crept into my heart, but I did not despair. I would see him again, one other time, but at that moment I had things to do, for I was the doom of nations.In the next few weeks, the nearby world changed. Five times a day, the people in my town stopped whatever they were doing. Women sought out the partner closest to them and relieved.