Besides, I really did know if she was interested in me or not. After some more partying, the blonde was sitting at a table with a few guys and gals. ...I sat down and the blonde said, “Let’s play strip poker!”. “Garcon!” I said, as I snapped my fingers. Not really but you get the picture. The group of us sat and played strip poker to the point where the guys were nude and the gals were topless and in just their panties. At that point it was kinda, “Duh, what now?” I decided I was getting. Let them do as much talking as possible. They won’t want to stay any longer than they have to, but they won’t leave until they know you are all right. They might offer a grief councilor. Just ignore that and tell them you need to call me, as I am her ex-husband. I’ll offer to come over and you tell the police I am on my way. They should leave either shortly thereafter, or they might wait until I actually get there.”“How’s my bump?” I asked Rachel. “Does it show?”“No, but you smell like. The park was three blocks from my place, and we just stood there, and Rachel took a deep lungful of air, and said it was a marvellous day, then a cloud went over the sun, the temperature dropped, and then Rachel screamed, looking behind me, and as I turned to look at what she was seeing, lightning hit me in the lower back, a ripping feeling, the pain excruciating. I turned, and Freddy Winton stood there, a crazed look in his eyes, and he was holding a knife, and then he spat at me, and sneered,. Alan could feel the muscles of her pussy grasping his fingers as he rubbed that magic spot on the front wall of her vagina, doing his best to continue attacking her pussy with mouth and hands despite her thrashing, her hands clawing at the bedspread. As her orgasm started to subside, he released her, surging up between her legs so that he was quickly on top of her, the head of his shaft sliding into the tight wetness of her sex, bringing a cry from both of them as he guided his long, hard cock.