Causing him to slid out of her and gently lower her down on the sofa, cuddling her as she was on the verge of tears.“we’ll figure this out, it doe...sn’t mean anything right now. This isn’t your fault, I’m sorry, so sorry I wasn’t even thinking.” he whispered to her, calming her down with his tone and wiping the first few tears from her eyes. He had her back under the blanket now, not sure if her terror had subsided as she was still trembling.“What are we going to do?” she asked him, looking. With her light blue eyes, short dark hair, trim figure and handful-sized breasts, she drew me like a magnet.Carol seemed to like me right off the bat to and we soon got more and more involved in each other’s life. We liked most of the same things, such as food and music and quiet walks in nature. That made it easy to be around each other and enjoyable and we did.It wasn’t too long before we discovered how much the other liked sex. She seemed always ready whenever the opportunity presented. I promise I won’t do this again, ever.”For the first time since I had known she was the burglar my cock was not so hard it was uncomfortable. I looked at her body: large breasts spilled over a torn blouse, her pussy open between her legs. I was not going to give this up quickly. I grabbed the remains of her knickers, cut off one arm of the blouse and formed a gag. She resisted, but I forced her head into it. Then I used the other arm as a blind fold. I got a cup from the kitchen and pissed into. ”“Oh.”“Why, I suppose they must,” said Michael.We continued our conversation as if no interruption had taken place. After a while, however, I realized that Anne was talking less. I looked over at her to notice that the man beside her was whispering something in her ear. He hadn’t spoken to us at all since intruding. I wanted to ask for his name, but I somehow felt as if it would be rude to interrupt them.Anne laughed, or giggled would be more accurate.“What’s so funny?” I asked.“Nothing.”But.