“Contessa Helena de San Finzione was admitted at 12:45 Hours with multiple stab wounds in the right abdominal region. She had additional wounds to t...he right side of her chest and a cut on the left side of her neck.“The cut on her neck was deemed superficial, having been stopped by this necklace, a birthday gift from the late Count Vincenzo de San Finzione, forever does he reign in our hearts.”The last part, he uttered sotto voce. Many of those in the crowd near Hernando’s own age murmured back. It’s so great to hear your voice again! See you in a bit!’ Two hours later I was sitting on her couch, and I’d told her everything. We cried together for a long time. ‘Oh, Dan, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe it. I just can’t believe Angie is gone. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you.’ ‘It’s not your fault, Stacey. Things happen, and sometimes people just fall out of touch.’ ~ ~ ~ Stacey and I were best friends growing up. We were next-door neighbors, so we went to elementary school, junior high. I curl into a ball and had the best orgasm ever. I sat there for a few seconds while my pussy contracted around my fingers and cum dripped out of me.When I caught my breath, I felt horrible. What would he think of me if he knew what I thought about? What if I ruin it with him? He just turns me on so much! Especially when he bites his lip! Every time he does, I just want to jump his bones! He has everything I’m looking for from emotionally adorable to as hot as hell. Part of me wanted to keep. D. fucking Karen. I masturbated each night thinking about it. I put myself in her place and imagined it was me. I needed to fuck Mr.D again I thought to myself. I also wondered what would have happened if I didn’t pretend to be sleeping. Would Mr.D have had sex with us both? I thought I would enjoy watching him fuck her. Karen was a “hot” girl and I enjoyed the glimpse I got of her naked. My fantasies revolved around threesomes. I fantasized about having sex with Karen and Mr. D.I found.