He paused before going on, ‘The thing is, Amy was brutally raped a year ago.’ ‘Oh, fuck. I’m sorry.’ William shook his head and looked down.... ‘Well that sheds a new light on the situation. Oh man, poor Amy.’ ‘Yeah, but don’t ever let Amy hear you call her that, she hates being seen as a victim, but it was brutal. Date-raped by some creep she met on the internet. Violent too. The guy kept her tied up for four hours.’ William’s head dropped back in exasperation. ‘Man, poor — sorry. God, that. Not once did he ask about the smell of booze and pot and sweat and spunk. He had been dating me long enough to know I’d give him all the details later. He completely trusted me even when he knew I was being a slut. Is it any wonder why I married him?I slept like the dead until morning. Amazingly enough I was fresh as a daisy when I woke up. I was then thankful there had been no dp or anal the night before. There was no way I would have been cheery for the Big Game.Momma had made it home some. I am so anxious to get to see you again after all this time. To be able to kiss you soft n gentle, yet deep and penetrating. As we pull away from our kiss I feel your hard cock through your pants. I smile because I know this is my hard on that I created. You gasp as I stroke that hard cock and I tell you that I am going to make you cum so hard till our romp is over. You know right away that I mean business and that I am going to start by opening your pants to expose your hard cock as I kneel. You boys should take your sister out more often." The group snickered as Yann turned deep red.The only thing about the trip that I hated was that I couldn't buy out first class and I was too cheap to charter a private plane. So we all flew business class. I used e-ticketing religiously, avoid metal, and ship my luggage to the hotel, so check in and security were always a breeze.The boys, at my request, had all dressed to facilitate that. They all wore slip-on shoes and pants - or tights - that.