We planned for a Saturday to stay the night and wear each other out the next week. I took my wife out shopping for some tight outfits I knew would mak...e him rock hard that week. She seemed a lot less nervous which I found out had to be true when she came in two day before our date with a big bottle of lube! She was obviously gearing herself up to give us tons of dirty anal what a little whore I thought with a bulge in my pants. We headed out that Saturday with her dressed in tight. ” Kate knew Gwen for years and this was nothing like her. First of all, Kate was never late, the girl was a living, breathing, atomic clock. Secondly, the doctor? She was as healthy as a mere as far as Kate knew. Kate signaled the waiter for another cup of coffee.Just as Kate’s coffee arrived so did Gwen, the girl looked her regular self: jet black long, flowing hair, framing a pair of deep blue eyes and a delicate mouth. Kate loved, and even envied, Gwen’s athletic body. The girl was fit, and. “What’s this?” she said with a smirk. “Uh…isn’t it the Jelly Intruder plug”. “Very good now where do we put this one?” Giving it a little shake. “In your sweet round ass” came out of my mouth. Not even realizing the compliment I added with it. She giggled. “That’s right! It goes in my sweet-round-assss…” Twyla opened the lube and put a big glob on the head of the thin jelly cock. She then reached around with both hands, one to part her cheeks, the other to slip the intruder into the tight. None of them cared when she was alive, when she needed them the most. But they all stood at the pew of righteousness feeling better about who they were as people because they weren’t the ones suffering. ‘Damn them,’ Zoe had swore in her head. That seed of hate so quickly became a sprout and over the next six days leading to the funeral it would grow rapidly. She hated her father, Robert Parker, who couldn’t make the trip the day he got the call, forcing her to stay with the neighbors she barely.