Matty was sweet on me and Michael, who was two years older than me was a bully. So, Matty and I played and Michael and I fought. Sometimes he would wi... and sometimes I would and we ended up having a rough and tumble kind of friendship. Matty and I did the usual childhood things that curious boys and girls do; we played 'doctor' and went through the 'you show me yours and I'll show you mine' business and we suffered the ridicule of others our age pointing fingers and yelling "Matty is sweet on. She was wearing the perfect outfit to attract attention from every red hot blooded male in the joint, young and old. As always she danced with a few admirers, allowing their perverted hands to wonder whenever she thought I was out of view. I loved that dangerous streak inside her, I often wondered how I could get a hold of it and harness it for both of our pleasures, but for now I was happy to just watch and enjoy my wife’s drunken antics.We hadn't realised how late it was until the lights came. ..a little more and it would all be over...she would overwhelm her senses and achieve oblivion...she needed just a little more.... Suddenly she was filled again with one brutal thrust as the stocky man slammed his cock into her to the hilt. He worked feverishly, slapping her tits, her face, pinching her nipples, calling her whore, slut, bitch, cunt. She didn't hear, didn't feel, didn't care, her whole body was on the edge. He punched his cock into her and ground his pelvis against her clit,. Some people are cut out to be warriors, while others, although they will try their best, will still hesitate. Under normal circumstances, no sane person will ever truly want to take another person’s life, particularly someone you know, but sometimes, even in everyday life, there is no choice. However, things have changed from the early days in this country where there was no real law, and people had to fight for what they had. Now, we have laws and police to enforce them — theoretically. Things.