I felt my virginity being taken away from me, his penis ravaging my insides.I got so hot, my hijab was drenched in sweat, my legs were shaking, my nip...les were erect, and my mind was blank.All I could feel was a pleasure. Pure pleasure. "Pleeeeeeeease...Please fuck my tiny little pussy...Please...I want it harder... I want all of your dickkkkk inside meeeeee... Please... Pleaseeeeeeeee," I begged cryingly.I had no idea that a woman could feel this much pleasure from sex. "Why didn't I do this. Their house was only a 5 minute walk from the bar.When we walked in the husband went to the kitchen to make some drinks and the wife pushed me down onto the couch and we started making out. Our lips (and tongues) were locked until the husband came back with our drinks.At this point the husband sat on the couch next to me and his wife got off my lap."Well Dave – you told us that you like bikinis and speedos. How about you guys get down to your speedos and I’ll go put on a bikini…."While the wife. It was silver, metallic and shimmery, although there really wasn't much of it—it was basically a small triangle of fabric. It had one tiny strap that went around my neck and what was little more than a string that tied around my back to hold it in place. It left my entire back bare; it hung from my neck over my breasts and ended with a point in the middle of my belly, leaving my navel exposed. It moved easily as I walked, as did my breasts, although it did maintain a semblance of modesty.. Grace pulled the pointed shaft of wood out of my chest, leaving me on the ground, coughing and shaking. She stared at the tip streaming with rivers of blood. The night air swirled into the hole in my chest. I kept my eyes closed.The clatter of the fence piece had Grace crying over my body yet again. Her warm tears splashed over the gaping wound in my chest.I love you Grace. I am sorry I cannot stay. I could not get the words to make it to my mouth. Perhaps it was a will of Death to let Grace.