. I'd even let my hair grow, then realised it would take forever, and was just a mess basically... so had it cut again.I wanted an airing...So one nig...t, I dressed, fairly tamely really: black jumper, short black skirt, woolly tights, knee boots, and a long grey trench coat, did my wig and makeup really well, then stood by the front door... for two hours!!Eventually, at about 11:30pm, I opened the front door... took two steps up the road, and fled straight back as I heard a siren nearby.... The obvious thing was to torture Jim to death, that was a foregone conclusion by everybody, including Jim; he was not resigned to that fate, but he didn't know how he could prevent it.Meanwhile, the Apaches were discussing who was going to have first shot at raping Abigail. Upon hearing this, Abigail had a brainstorm! She began to laugh and deride the Apaches in her vilest Spanish. "You pitiful cretins think that I am afraid of being raped by such as you? Ha, your cocks are so small that I will. Her hymen had already been broken with a tampon so there was no mess but she was almost screaming in pain. My dick felt like it was being milked by her muscles. As her cunt adjusted to the new intruder she started to feel the pleasure of my cock splitting her in two. She screamed "Ohhhhh my goddddddd" and I grunted as she backed up on me "she told me to fuck her hard", she wanted it rammed in her. I pulled back, nearly slipping out and dove back in, pickin up a pace. Her ass started to slap. "We made our way to the tram stop and went up to the St Peters Square, heading down to Oxford Rd station. I'd noticed as the day had gone on more buttons had been undone on her skirt and a flash of thigh was visible as we walked side by side. Again the train was packed and we pasted the time messing around with each other, Karen turned around at one point and rested her head on my shoulders, and guided my hand between her legs, we couldn't get to carried away on the train though as there were.