Almost immediately after the room shook with a loud clap of thunder which seemed to shake the very centre of her. The sheer force of the sound seemed... to shift something in her breaking and cracking something deep within her that would take a long time heal, if it ever did.Wow, Abergale thought, trying to ignore the fractures that her mind had just split into, the storm must be right overhead.The storm that raged outside the house had somehow moved inside Abergale and as the storm raged outside. It was 1 a.m. The last bus going to the base left a 1:15. Abel sat with me as I waited. He told me that he wanted to see me again. "I want to fuck you next time, Blondie", he whispered. I looked at him. I was so naïve."Fuck me? But where? I don't have a pussy?" "I fuck you from behind - that is your chocha - your pussy." I rode back to the base, my head reeling from what had just happened. Now I was having second thoughts. I began to feel really angry - with myself - and with Abel. I began to. He, his wife, my wife and I were all from the same town and went to school together. We were living in a married student trailer park at a state university. He dropped by one evening when I was gone to a night class. He wrestled her down on our sofa and date ****d her.My wife went out on a boat with a builder to sell him the carpet for some houses he was building. Turned out he had two friends on the boat. They got her out in the lake and all three fucked her.aloofman] cheating? or are. Muscular arms, one male and one female, were in the classic pose of all Baphomet images since the nineteenth century, one pointing to a moon of white marble in the ceiling, and the other to the ebony moon outlined in white on the floor. Pendulous breasts dominated the chest, dimples in the nipples so realistic, my lips parted to suckle on them. The abdomen could be that of an athletic man or woman, before it joined the crossed, hairy goat legs ending in cloven hoofs as tall as me.Between those.