No words can do justice to the sight, the sounds or the feelings coursing through me as I watched another man taking my wife. Pushing a big cock in...to her sodden snatch, watching her moan and flail around as she succumbed to her old lover. Once he was fully embedded right up to his big balls which had to be nestling up against Jennifer’s pert bum, he stopped and raised himself up on his hands. Brett and Jennifer locked eyes. “Doesn’t that feel good?” asked Brett. “Yes,” said a. Stop it.... fuckp.!" Melanie pulled my hand away. "I don't mix business with pleasure, I'm sorry Sam... Truly. She dropped a crisp hundred on the counter and walked out the bar, pulling her skirt back down as she left. I guessed it was time to move on to the rest of the team and come back to Melanie later. Over the next couple weeks I fanangled my way into the pants and skirts of everyone else in the office, the security guards, and even the mailman. All that was left was that fucking bitch. You comment on the music, Explosions in the Sky, and I reply that I felt instrumental only music felt right, more like a soundtrack to our nite. Rather than music with words dictating the evening, I felt our conversation and your intellect is the preferred music of the night. This causes you to smile in that seductive way you have mastered, perhaps invented, and tell me I know just what to say. Upon our arrival at the restaurant, you adjust your shirt, intentionally pulling the tank top. But first he had find women to maximize him in case of future problems that may occur. So he turned to his lab partner for Physics, the super brain Lisa Johnson. She was typically nerdish. She had never been out on a date. Therefore it was easy to manipulate her to a secluded location from which he could work his magic. "Peter, why are here in the basement?" she said becoming afraid. " Your not going ... going to...?" Her fear built as she backed away. Peter could guess what was going on. She.