She squeezed my hand when I leaned over and took hers. He tore at my blouse and ripped three of the buttons off it. I didnt know what to say, so I sai...d, Im so sorry. He got his hand in my bra before I scratched his face. You scratched his face! I laughed, while she giggled and wiped her tears with the back of her hand. I grabbed some tissues from under the coffee table. I didnt even have to let her hand go. I saw him, about a week later. He had these two claw marks on his cheek! She was. After that I closed the connecting door to muffle the sound, turned off the shower, wondered around muttering and then made an elaborate show of scraping something that could have been a suitcase along the floor and then opening and closing the door as noisily as possible. Then I turned on the TV.I'd kept an eye on next door and watched Eddie having another go at satisfying Carol. He had stamina, but not much else and I could see Carol getting bored again. She played him, that's all you could. He reaches down and squeezes her ass.He feels the silk between his hands and her ass. He suddenly pulls her hands behind herback and cuffs them together. ?Don?t fucking move!? He pushes his knee between her thighs andspreads her legs as she stands facing the window. He hikes up her skirt andbends her forward pressing her face against the cold glass of the window. He puts his hand around her throat,slides his other hand over her breast, and pulls her tightly into himself. He whispers in her. I grinned at Buddy."Rita why don't we put you up where I am staying till they release my house?" I said."Sounds reasonable," she said. I grinned again."Meet me in front of my house. You will recognize it by the crime scene tape and the cop car in front," I said.It was a half hour later when I met the woman who was pushing fifty with flaming red hair. She had those grandmother boobs and wide ass of an older black woman. I had to admit that her dye job was excellent and meant to be recognized as.