She turned and stretched luxuriantly, blissful in the moment. Surely she had known all along that he’d be home soon, hadn’t she? Her hands moved ...ightly along the flatness of her warm belly and passed up over her nipples as she thought of where he’d been. The bars, the parties with the painted girls- dresses tight- eyes and mouths spilling promises and lies. She ached to feel him inside her, his liquor tainted breath on her neck, and felt unable to endure the time it took for him to walk the. She took a few steps before trying to look over the bannister. She headed for the main bedroom and pushed the door open before peering inside. She twisted her body to stare in the direction of the bed and gasped loudly when the sheets moved slightly.An innocent voice let out the tinniest squeal. “What kept you?”Emily stared at the object in the bed. She knew her name, everybody knew Melissa Davies’ name. Her flawless complexion, dark red lipstick and dark brown-crimson hair were all that was on. I was completely shocked, I hadn't even moved and she was off in ecstasy for what seemed like minutes (I know it wasn't, but it seemed that way). She stared down at me with this look of approval, so I grabbed her and fucked her even harder then. I've always had a personal obligation to make sure that I give my first time fucks a minimum of three orgasms, seeing how her first came so quick, I was sure I could do way more. I took her perfect tits into to my mouth and flicked her nipple with my. I waited until she had almost reached her car, then I made my move. I took my small pocket knife from my front pocket, and sprinted silently up behind her. I felt a rush of exhilaration as I realized I was finally going to live out my fantasy of sweet revenge. My heart beat wildly as I closed in behind her, my mouth watering for revenge. With out warning I reached forward and seized her mouth, bringing the open knife up to her exposed neck with my other hand."Don't scream, bitch," I mumbled,.