"Oh, you know. Same old same old." Bobby was twenty-seven, 6'2", and lanky, with short, slightly spiky dirty blond hair. He worked at a software compa...ny, as a programmer. Again, he'd always been good at that; reading computer books and tech manuals when the other kids were struggling with Dr. Seuss.Johnny and Katie had moved in together for financial reasons; two incomes made it easier to pay the rent. At least, that was one of the reasons. The reason they told their parents."Oh, I know," Katie. I look out the window and I see two men, one sitting on the bench the other standing in front of him. The standing man is shouting, top of voice, saying “you fucked my wife”, and “I should fucking kill you”, things like that.Now the sitting man is talking back to him, but they’re too far away, so I can’t hear what the sitting man is saying, but it isn’t making the standing man any happier.Then the standing man pulls out a knife. Now, at that point I close the curtains, because I don’t want him. He placed her on a prop table, entered her, and fucked her until she had an orgasm. She was holding on to the edge of the table with her hands, bracing her herself against his powerful thrust. She was trying to keep her moans and her yells of pleasure down so that she would not be heard, as she came in another intense orgasm. Roger then slipped out of his costume. Miss. Thomas went down to the floor and spread her legs apart. Roger then got on top of her and started fucking her missionary. I kept quiet until we climbed aboard her SUV.“What’s the matter?”“I-I” Her speech failed. She started the engine and backed out of the drive way. Lila steered somewhat erratically. Turning right at the first intersection, she drove half a block and pulled over. Then she doubled over in her seat. “Oooohhh!” She gasped and clutched her groin. I saw something moving under her skirt.“He’s such an idiot!” The housemom declared. She reached under the folds of her skirt and plucked out a small, egg.