Her mother had died of pneumonia five years previously. As for her husband, as long as he had his beer with his supper and had his way with her whenev...er he felt like it, he left her alone. The computer was his; whenever she was too tired, he used to spend half the night, surfing the net. She was computer-literate, (what secretary wasn't these days?) but other than for work, she never used it. At her job, the nurse had tried to encourage her to get regular check-ups but money was tight so, after. She stared off as if looking into a great nothingness. When she spoke, it was quiet and sounded as if she was afraid to hope. "Do you think he would let me be with Allen?" she looked up at Jennifer, tears falling from her green eyes."Oh Trish," Jenifer said kneeling in front of her friend. "I know he will."Trish began to sob, and Jenifer gathered her friend into her arms."Cameron fucking Reed?" Beth asked.Cameron cruised around town for a while trying to figure out a way to patch things up with. It was now approaching 7 o’clock. What could be taking so long I wondered. Any conversation, even a long and drawn out discussion could not have taken so long. My heart sank to the possibility that she might be in his bed, on her back, getting pounded to the heights of orgasmic pleasure. Maybe this was his going away goodbye gift before she moved out. An orgasm that she would never forget. Or was it the other way around? That Kavita was giving Prem a gift. Maybe she was creating a sexual. To her surprise, he stepped around behind her, and began to pull apart her buttocks. ‘Ooooh, noooooh, pleeaasseeee!’ she pleaded, desperately, trembling with fear. ‘Leave her alone, you bastard!’ Mike croaked, horrified. ‘Don’t worry, I ain’t no arse bandit!’ Bull chuckled. ‘I just like it from the rear!’ He slid his shaft between her shapely ass cheeks, and swiftly located her fuck-hole. Then, firmly gripping her hips, he pulled her back onto his rampant cock. ‘Aaaaugh!’ Angelica gasped, as.