She moved and felt me. “We’re not blood,” she said.We talked about it a bit, about how we could do stuff, some stuff, and how we shouldn’t do ...some other stuff.“No sex,” she said. “Just fun stuff.”“And no kissing,” I said. “That would be too weird.We had established the rules. She was practically grinding her butt against me.She turned and grabbed me, pulled me out of my boxers, and started playing with me. She was a little rough (we were both pretty inexperienced) and was doing it all wrong. I. Grey looked at him, there was a sadness in his eyes."Martin, Eric. I have some news, it is not good. We sent someone to retrieve your wife. There's no easy way to say this, she had ... has committed suicide. She was found in the bath, she had cut her wrists.Eric fell to the floor in shock and wept.Grey looked at him feeling helpless. He wanted to say something, but had no words. The only thing he could think of was the prescribed and insincere "I am sorry for your loss." churned out in American. I raised her jacket and ran my hands over her back. I got my paddle and tapped her a few times. She groaned and said, "I've been very naughty." I took that as a clue that she wanted more paddling. I caressed her ass and poked my finger into her smooth rosebud. I smacked her ass with the paddle each stroke more intense than the last. Her ass was now bright red and she was moaning and humping my lap with her very wet cunt.Ed came over to the chair and smiled at his wife's burning ass. He. They’d never had rats or mice in the house before. Was it a bug? Whatever it was, it sounded big. Lindsay was scared. She felt the urge to huddle underneath her blankets and hide until it went away. Instead, she gathered her courage and reached out to turn on the lamp beside her bed. Just as she touched it, the noise suddenly stopped. She flicked it on and jumped back into the center of her bed, clutching the sheets tightly around her as light spilled out into the room. There was nothing there..