My teachers always said I was a visual learner.I snap back to reality and start fucking you harder, feeling your pussy squeeze my thick cock. I pull y...our hair with one hand and hold your wrist tightly with the other. You begin to moan, your mouth opens wider and this smile on my face begins to fade. I can see you starting to lose control and I want to make sure you cum hard. Tightening up my grip, I really start pounding your pussy. I'm putting hips, by back, everything into it. Your ass. ..while others used their tongue like Picasso used a brush. My husband was the latter. Rita and I went out for dinner, then to a lesbian club in the city. I felt a little like an intruder at first. We danced and drank and laughed. I started to loosen up. Rita's hands strayed eagerly over my body while we slow danced. We went back to her place because my place was out of the question. Rita poured us some wine. We settled down on her sofa and talked for a while. It was not long before Rita moved. Scum, just scum." You can keep those purses," I said.He nodded, hauling the dead lieutenant toward his midden pile.When I came back inside, two of the girls had gone up to our room and only the oldest was left at the table, sipping her beer."You sure do like to kill folks," she said when I sat beside her, thoroughly riled by the fight, hard as oak, ready to pounce."What I get paid for," I said, "when I get paid, which isn't often." My sisters, they had never seen a man die," she said. "I did,. He spent most of his afternoons and evenings reading, watching TV, and jerking off. When he wasn’t stroking himself to some porn website or a picture of his sisters, he was looking out his window, trying to catch a glimpse into the house next door. That’s where Diana lived. Like Billy, she was also 19. Unlike him, she was one of the more popular girls at school. She was smart, outgoing and funny- captain of the cheerleading squad, president of the student council. And it probably didn’t hurt.