My pussy’s getting wet.He walked over to the vanity mirror and covered his full lips with pink lip gloss. On the bathroom counter, Aunt Rosie’s gl...ass ashtray called. Inside were three partially smoked Benson & Hedges. One stood out. It was a long, almost full cigarette. She must have taken one drag and tapped it out. Next to the ashtray was a box of matches. Stephan struck a match and watched the flame with a lustful yearning. With his other hand, he brought the barely-smoked cigarette to the. I was now struggling to comprehend my situation.Her knicker-drawer was a revelation. There were g-strings galore; every colour and size imaginable, yet, I was sure that I only saw her wear black, sensible, ones. In the next drawer was a collection of bras. Again, her everyday ones were on top, but underneath were sexy half-cups, Wonderbra’s and even a green basque, which I had definitely never seen her wear!In the last drawer were numerous pairs of stockings, and a couple of suspender belts. My. Peter takes her full lips between his, and gently places his hands on one of her pert breasts. A sudden urgency takes hold of his body, and he grabs hold of her face, and smashes his lips against hers, as if in an effort to glue their faces together. At this point I should probably introduce myself. I am not a person, and I don't have a name. If you want, you can simply call me Narrator. But even that wouldn't be strictly accurate, because I am more than a mere narrator. Neither quite material. She was still stroking herself.?Having fun?? I asked her, not trying hard to hide my sarcasm. She was usually, and especially lately, not so overt in her sexuality.?Uh huh,? she muttered. Maybe it was the situation, but I found it pretty fucking annoying that she didn’t get so turned on when it was just the two of us. Was it a third party that turned her on, or just the rape theme? That had to be it, I realized. She got off on seeing a girl degraded.I slapped her hand out of her pants. ?What.