Even leaving aside the extraordinary change in our sex life, Wendy’s general attitude had altered remarkably post-FUCK (I realised I was beginning t...o divide my life into pre- and post-FUCK). Pre-FUCK, she had been, on the whole, a good and devoted wife to me, and I had loved her dearly, but she had been very much one to stand up for herself, she had had no hesitation in letting me know when she felt I was at fault in any way, and she was extremely stubborn when she had decided what she wanted.. What do you think I have been told?" How am I supposed to know what that liar is telling you," Heather shotback."I have a nose for a two faced liar." She said with her eyes boringdown on Heather harder than before, "and I don't think Kendra has liedonce, at least to me. Someone is trying to feed me bullshit and I doubtit is Kendra. That leaves YOU?" She glared at Heather while sayingthat."Heather Mist, tell me one thing. Did you rape Kendra?" She knew whatthe answer was before she asked it. She. My dad is black, half African American and half native American. My mom is full German. What a mix. I'm told that I have a year round tan which is basically true. I like to keep my hair as straight as I can and I'm not completely "buffed out" as they would say but I'm not all skin and bones either. You can see I have muscles and a flat stomach with the outline of a six pack. Basically I'm in average shape. As I'm still standing there I hear a knock at the door. She is here all ready? I think. He moved forward and slipped between her velvety folds with a skill that revealed just how many times he had taken her this way, and how well he knew her body.She had told him to fuck her hard, and that is exactly what he did. Christi’s hands and knees occasionally slid forward from the power of his thrusts, her breasts swinging like twin pendulums as she tried to maintain her balance against his power. Christi looked back over her shoulder when she could, her screams of pure pleasure mixed.