A strange thought occurred to him, arousing his lust to seething proportions. He could ram his magnum up her asshole while he pumped her pussy! It was...'t really dangerous, not if he left the safety on. And it would scare the living shit out of Linda.But even as bizarre and violent as Buzz Watkins was, that idea struck him as a bit too much. At the moment. He filed it away for future consideration, for some time when he was really angry."Oh Buzz, I can't - aaaah! - can't take much more, honey,". The nervousness had long since passed. ‘Mmmmm … I think I can read your handwriting, Dr. Everett,’ she said for the benefit of her husband who had slipped into the coat room, which doubled as a supply room, for a cup of coffee. She continued to pretend to study the editing marks in assorted colors, but from the corner of her eyes she saw the lusty gleam leap into his deep, dark ones as they flitted back and forth, overly lingering each time they focused down her generous cleavage. ‘How’s. . and just let it all happen. The drinks were having their desired effects, and she staggered and almost fell when she stood up to dance one time... Sitting back down she said that she thought that she had, had enough! Mr. Nice guy offered to give her a ride home since her friend hadn't showed up... and she accepted! She was a little tipsy when they left and he had his arm around her to help steady her as they walked to the door. His hand gripped her waist a little stronger than "I thought". I entered her house, the key I had was still working. Her parents were in the living room.“Where is she?” I asked, startling them.“Uh, up in her room. She came home about an hour ago crying, but she wouldn’t tell us...”I didn’t hear the rest, and I didn’t care. I was already up the stairs. Her door was locked, but a little nudging with my foot against the lock had the door flying open. Well, it was a fucking room door, what do you expect?She sat on her bed and looked like a picture of misery..