. perhaps it had been thunder? But she hadn't heard any additional bangs yet, as one would expect if it was from a storm. "Goddamned bad ear!" she tho...ught.She finally decided to call 911. Even though Muriel had worked with the police department for years, she was nervous - she'd never had cause to call 911 before.Pete Riordan was several miles away, in the middle of mediating what had been a noisy and near violent fight between a husband and wife. When his shoulder mounted radio squawked he. Buzz! You're ripping me... in two... ! My God... I can't stand it... ! It hurts... too much! Please... ? Please... no!" she screamed, but the lust, the savage animal lust on his face, the look of pure, sadistic delight he was taking, as he forced his giant cudgel into her resisting channel told her that she would gain no quarter of mercy from him. It would be a waste of her breath to plead with him, beg him to ease her torture."Dear God... Oh, Dear God!" she shrilled as he pressed down upon. By the time my husband got home from work I would be so worked up we would skip dinner. I would never cheat on my husband, but it made good fantasy to greet him at the door ready to go. Then recently I caught you checking me out and it made me feel young and free to be ogled, especially by you. When my girlfriend, who's in the same marital boat as me, told me about that Pulsar brush I took it to bed and dreamt about you. It was wonderful and, yes, I DID fall asleep with it on. I only returned. I told him I had never seen a cock, and would he mind taking his pants off for me, so I could see his?He gulped nervously again, and he began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers. He was kind of awkward and clumsy about it. So I grabbed the waistband of his pants and tugged them down to his feet. He kicked his pants off while I tugged his shirt up over his head.I then sat cross-legged on the couch, sideways, facing him. He turned himself sideways, too, and faced me. We were both.