"A door flies open, the handle banging loudly against the wall. I turn tosee Dave Compton, clad in a pair of stained white overalls, climb insidehis v...n. The engine growls into action, slicing through the torpid Sundaymorning air.Kerrie emerges from the house. Hands on hips, she watches the vehicle rolldown the drive and swing right into Woodford Road. Even from this distanceI can tell how angry she is.It looks like today's voyage might not be such plain sailing after all.*At the corner of. I quickly yanked my hand away, slapped his hand off my leg, and backed away. "Oh, my God, Ben. No way!" A wave of revulsion rose in my throat and my heart started beating wildly. I suddenly felt exposed, as if he could see right through my thin clothing, and I crossed my arms over my boobs. "You can't make me do that.”Ben remained seated, slowly shaking his head. "Of course I can't. I wouldn't dream of forcing you to do anything." So, you're not going to make me do… do it with you?" I thought. . toxic. This is sick, Jill. Get some help. Both of you. You, for whatever drove you to pimp out your own wife to another man, despite her being a lesbian, for browbeating her into going along by some means of control and manipulation ... and you, Karen, for trauma. PTSD. Whatever you need to get past this. Not to mention any grief over losing our baby. Don’t ever worry about ‘atoning’ to me about anything again. You’ve suffered far worse than any pain you caused me by now ... and I had a role. “What else do they teach pretty cheerleaders to do to guys’ dicks?” He started humping back up at her as she slid up and back on his rampant prick. “Everything…” She kissed the top of his head. “I know how to ride you… would you like me to? Hmmm? Wanna feel that tight cheerleader pussy fuck your big, stiff cock?”Bill gave one last hard suck, chewing gently, then let her nipple go with a loud smack. “Show me, baby… show me how… how a slut cheerleader rides a hard dick.”Nicky sat up, gripped his.