“So Iva, tell us about Josey?” I demanded but in a soft tone.“First you tell me has something happened to her?” she asked.“I’m afraid so. ...Josey was visiting John at my campground when someone came and attacked them. The attacker bludgeoned John, then tortured Josey before killing her,” I said. Iva took it better than I expected. She cried, but she didn’t break down.“Why are you here instead of the cops?” she asked.“That’s an excellent question and I have absolutely no answer,” I said. “They. .. AAAAAHHHHH!!!” I felt myself squirt onto her face. She smiled and began trailing wet, sticky kisses back up my body until I was tasting myself on her tongue and face, her fingers continuing to tease the rest of the orgasm out of me.“Come back to us, Susan,” Julie whispered to me, as behind her, the world returned. I was in my bedroom, the cloud we’d been floating through space on was my bed. Chad was sitting in his recliner, playing with himself with a look of lust, rage, and fear in his. ?Come on, get out of the rain, you’re ruining your makeup,? he scolds as if she had a choice while he watches her mounting the last couple of steps, naked and drenched, her bare breasts bouncing swaying from her arched out chest.Chapter Two Into the foyer, a domed Victorian themed entry, she obediently remains a couple steps behind her husband as she can’t help but catch glimpses of a number of patrons of the club drawing around. Soaked, chilled to the bone; her bare feet leave wet. ”“Can’t imagine what any such might have been,” I said.The work days were long, but that was because business was good: hard to knock a situation like that. Roz had gotten me the job. They didn’t even look askance at my record. Twelve bucks an hour sure beat minimum. Anyway, my pay plus my wife’s allowed us to live high off the hog, well, kinda.I was a warehouseman again; well, I was experienced. The Company was essentially an intermediary shipping company. We handled goods, mostly soft goods,.