As hestretched her and reamed her and pounded her in thedifferent positions she screamed and sobbed and triedbreathing different ways and even holding... her breath.Nothing helped with the horrible burning feeling in herrear, the agonizing stabbing pains and the utterdegradation she was feeling. She thought she would gomad. She wondered why Oliver didn’t stop when he heardher screaming?“Hi Christie.” There was a soft soothing voice in herear. She strained to listen as Oliver kept. Why do I always compare myself to Mary Jane? She knew the answer, she had always envied MJ’s blatant disregard for what other people thought. I was the good girl and look where it got me. She had to admit that although her motivation was honorable, she enjoyed making out with different males and having different dicks inside her regularly. She knew that Mary Jane was active with other boys but thought I bet she hasn’t been fucked by as many as I have. The minute the thought went through her. While Poonam was moving around I pulled her by her waist while she was telling something and smooched her for 10 minutes. I took her to the bedroom and I wanted to do more of a foreplay so that she could also be satisfied. I kept telling her words like that your body is stunning and you have a great pair of boobs to arouse her.I undid her nighty and started to bite her boobs with my teeth and I was playing with her nipples with my fingers. I sucked her beautiful nipples and she was holding my. ..”“Ben said your husband was an officer in the war effort abroad; is he due any leave Iris?” I asked cautiously.There was an uncomfortable silence before she answered.“Ronald was lost in Afghanistan over six months ago Margo.” She replied evenly.“I’m so sorry.” I mumbled awkwardly, my blunder causing me to blush.Iris slid her hand through my arm. It’s OK Margo ... really, she said simply, “Come on! Lets show you the kitchen garden.”Later, in the cool of the library we relaxed into deep.