Review, edit. Review, edit, good enough, send. Wait for response.Five minutes later: no response.Ten minutes later: no response.Fifteen minutes later:...getting worried, no response.Thirty minutes later: no response, no doorbell.Forty minutes later: no response, no doorbell.Forty-five minutes later: ‘Shit. I crossed the line, yet again.’An hour later: Doorbell: It was her. She had done a spot of shopping.It turned out that Molly did not own any skirts. In an effort to get the full experience, she. She was a little younger than him, redhead, and her voluptuous breasts would almost pop out of her t-shirt. He found her after the class and stalked her until she walked into a empty alleyway. She never show him come behind her and putting his arm around her neck in a chokehold. She fell unconscious in his arms after a short, silent fight.The second one, was a tall, skinny brunette, that worked at the fast-food Matt often ate at. After learning from his previous victim, he had some ether soaked. Brett just stood there…looking at me, the scene, the guys and my girlfriend…I could see her smiling in the shadows. Brett and I had our vows, after all…it was sacred to me and to him…they couldn’t be broken…or could they?“Come on Brett…it’s either you or we’ll take a turn at her…she’s ready…so let’s go.” Brett looked at me, at my eyes, I looked back…my legs being held and spread opne…my pussy hot and dripping, my mental state confused and hot…and I do mean HOT! We loved each other; we were. I quickly scampered back to the wardrobe, to the bureau's lowerdrawer and found another one, a bit larger made of stainless steel. Thisone had a handle, maybe because it was so much larger. The first twoattempts to insert it failed. I needed more lube but decided to try myown juice. Viola ! It popped into place and my passage sealed around theprotruding handle. I had come to enjoy the feeling it provided. Lastnights play had produced the most intensive orgasm of my life and I wasshocked that.